Nerd warning - Flowers of the Forest harkens back to Flodden. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Flodden
Yeah, at least twice with nudity, but i couldn't even count the number of times a drunk woman has tried to dance on the bar/table. One place didn't really care, so that doesn't count. I suppose casino hotels don't count either since you can get away with almost anything. Probably saw half a dozen wieners and at least 20 boobs there. Wasn't even noteworthy after the first few months. ETA: though the guy who rubbed shit all over the door like some kind of scatological ward was one of a kind. And he acted like nothing was amiss when I delivered his coffee.
I finally found a vet clinic with a chicken doctor. She has an appointment Wednesday. I'm over crying because they may have to put her down. They may not, but the prospect still breaks my heart.
Thank you! I've had short life span pets, but these chickens are different than the fish or eel. She's just a good chicken with a will to live.
This is reminding me of the story my parents told me about when they were stationed in Okinawa. One of their two cats died, so the buried it in a tupper-ware container with it's full name and date on it. Could get awkward if somebody randomly found it, and thinks there is a dead baby in it. I think the cat's name was Harvard.
I had chickens for a while. They are still living at my exes house. I really miss them and the dog. One of the chickens we got in 2012 and she is still alive. Her name is Aurora. I think 6 years is pretty old for a chicken, especially since they are free range and a lot of them were eaten by predators. She is a bantam seabright so she can fly really well. That may be why she survived this long.
Bantams are adorable! I'd be sad if I couldn't see these chickens every day. They're great and each has a different personality. Ours will be semi-free ranged (their enclosure's going to take up a good portion of the yard), but we're keeping them in an enclosure because of our dogs (the enclosure will be in the yard) and because of the coyotes/foxes/bobcats/bears that frequent the area.
I have chickens too - four big fluffy Orpingtons Cedric, Mavis, Salli, and Hetty (there were five but Caroline died last year). Unfortunately where there's livestock there's deadstock... you get toughened to hit, but you never get used to it
I finished my taxes. Took me the better part of an hour, ran out of ink in the printer, all the usual stuff. The thing is, I know that I owe nothing, all my income is from foreign sources, and I spent like two weeks in the Fatherland last year, but I still always have this paralyzing fear that I'll check, or fail to check, the wrong box and the IRS will be after me for millions that I never earned and I'll end up in permanent exile. Fuck I hate this feeling.
Here's a hint: Pay the government way too much money. That way, they leave you alone. The only drawback is that you wind up flat broke with an empty bank account and too much credit card debt. So your only problem is deciding whether you want to keep some of your money or sleep at night. You are now an adult; you can't have it both ways. That's the central message of Buddhism. Or Episcopalianism, which might be the same thing. Or not. Time for some research. Or not.
Good idea, I should include a check, just to fuck with 'em. Of course, then they'll expect more next time. Ommmmmmm.
That’s why I utilize the services of a certified accountant. There’s a lot to be said for getting someone who knows what they’re doing to help you.
I was audited about 6 years ago. In the end the IRS owed me $2.58. I sure showed them! Good thing is I will never be audited again.
I feel you. While filling my taxes, I entered a 0 too many and it said I was going to owe $600,000. I about crapped my pants...then I found the error. Still, I was checking my filing status every day until my refund was deposited because I was sure I messed something up. It didn't help it took nearly 20 days for them to approve my refund. I think the IRS likes to screw with people.
Yeah, that would buy off the willies, but since all of my income is foreign, and there are years when I don't even enter the USA, I'm guaranteed not to owe or be owed anything, and the tax places charge a shitload for foreign income tax returns. It's just a general feeling of unease, I think they want it that way, the whole population worried that they're about to get fined and/or arrested for violating something or other. In The Algebraist, there's a minor plotline where the government busts up a squat and coerces all the people they detained there to confess to crimes they didn't commit, and to rat out their fellow squatters for similar crimes. They're never charged, the recordings of the confessions are just held by the state as insurance against future activism. The hammer will fall on us all someday.
My mom said she would kill the chicken before she makes the chicken a "house chicken". This chicken can live a decent life as a house chicken if it came down to it and she hasn't developed any infections or sores. I get it, my mom doesn't think much of chickens and admitted she can't bond with them, but it still bothers me. I love this chicken and I will do what I can to help her be happy and thrive.
Stuck on a cramped buss. I'm Swedish, I don't do well being cramped together with strangers. And I' in pain.
There shouldn't be a problem with it coping in a run so long as there are no big drops/jumps - make it a ramp up to the perches and it will be fine
There won't be and thank you for the mention of the ramp for the perches. I can definitely make sure there's one for her.