I realize some thought the recent “Hillary’s Downfall” post was too tasteless, or too profane. But this new video is simply hillarious:
Wish I knew who had the time to make these things, or how they possibly think them up.
H/T: Jay C.
I realize some thought the recent “Hillary’s Downfall” post was too tasteless, or too profane. But this new video is simply hillarious:
Wish I knew who had the time to make these things, or how they possibly think them up.
H/T: Jay C.
As detailed in a recent post, we’ve been raising turkeys this year. What I haven’t yet shared is that the birds have been a disaster.
Out of the 14 that arrived alive in the shipment, we’re now down to three. Yes, three.
Turkeys famously spend their first days and weeks, “sitting around thinking of ways to die,” and ours were no exception. I’d come out every morning, and there’d be a few more dead ones. Mostly, though, that was my fault: the first night they were here, I didn’t have the heat lamp low enough. They shivered all night, and even those that survived were so weakened that they dropped dead within a few more days (despite my fixing the heat lamp the second morning). Soon, we were down to four survivors.
Those four were looking pretty good. Then, I came out this morning, someone had left the door to the brooder room open. And one of the four turkey poults was…gone. Nowhere to be found. The other three were huddled up, which was uncharacteristic. Not sure what happened; it’s possible that the missing one flew out of the brooder (they’re feathered now, and capable of it), or if a hungry barn cat jumped in looking for a meal. Either way, looks like I’m going to be putting a mesh cover over the top of the brooder tub tonight.
As these heritage turkeys are an important gift that I offer clients at the end of the year, I can’t get by on just three. I’ve already ordered an additional 20, these from McMurray Hatchery, which is the best in the business. Not taking any chances this time, and not scrimping on price; the window of availability is closing, and I’ve simply got to have turkeys.
They arrive next week, and hopefully we’ll have better success with that batch.
UPDATE: Later in the day, Homeschooled Farm Girl was playing in the barn and heard a chirping sound. She began looking around, and found Turkey #4! We put him back in with the others, and covered the brooder tub with chicken wire. No escapees since.
There is a movie about Hitler with a scene that is now famous; he’s in the bunker, the Allies are closing in, he knows the war is lost, and he begins ranting at the top of his lungs. The movie is in German, with English subtitles. That scene has been spoofed in a dizzying number of ways, by inserting different subtitles. Hitler rants in German, but the English words change.
I’ve seen several of these versions now, and all of them are funny. But the one below is by far the funniest. Warning: the subtitles contain a considerable amount of profanity. But, quite honestly, that makes it all the funnier. I nearly coughed up a lung the first time I saw this.
H/T: Joe D.
Best Memorial Day Music. Ever.
By a quirk of their computer system, the Barnes & Noble listing for my novel has links to “More By this Author.” If you click it, you’ll find four murder mysteries authored by, yes, Chris Blunt.
I always thought I had a pretty unusual name…but apparently it’s not that unusual. Anyway, one of the people who read my novel sent a remarkable note. She said she’d liked Passport so much, she’d already clicked through and ordered another of my books. And she asked if I’d written any other books I hadn’t told her about.
Once I figured out what had happened, I explained that some other Chris Blunt had written the books B&N was linking to mine. She was able to cancel her order before it shipped. I contacted B&N about the issue, and they said they are aware that these kinds of errors can happen, but it will take quite some time before they can fix all of those errors.
Must say…her ordering that “other” Chris Blunt’s book was, I believe, one of the sincerest forms of flattery I’ve ever received. Never, ever, could have imagined that happening.
But it does make me want to get off my tail and start writing a second novel.
Thanks to all who have written to let us know you’ve been praying for my mother-in-law. She had a good night last night, and the doctors have been able to identify the bug that’d put her in such a tailspin. Mrs Yeoman Farmer spent the bulk of the day at the hospital, and reports a marked improvement from yesterday. We’re still not out of the woods (aka ICU) yet, but things are definitely looking up.
…for Mrs. Yeoman Farmer’s mother. She’s been chronically ill for many years, and in hospitals or nursing homes for nearly two straight years. She’d seemed to be making a recovery in recent months, and there was even talk of her moving home this summer. But in the last few days, she’s taken a terrible turn and is now deteriorating rapidly. Prognosis is quite dim. She received Extreme Unction (yes, we still call it that in our family) this afternoon, and is spiritually very prepared to pass to the next life. Please join us in “accompanying” her with your prayers in these hours.
I must say, we’ve never been so glad we made the move to Michigan. Mrs. Yeoman Farmer has been able to see her mother many times over these last months, and has been able to spend many hours at the hospital these last few days. We’re very thankful we’re not right now frantically packing the minivan and wondering if we’ll make it from Illinois to Michigan in time…and wondering who will take care of the farm while we’re gone.
It’s good to be home. And for this to be our home.