We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I do not have the provenance of this remarkable photo which came in over the transom, but it is clearly somewhere West. A gold star for the photographer who must have spend many patient hours watching this carcass in the snow.
The picture tells the story: a Red Fox and a Magpie were happily dining on a deer carcass when Mr. Golden Eagle passed by. Does he believe that he can take a fox? I doubt that he can, but he can sure rattle his equanimity, and interrupt his luncheon.
Yes, but the eagle has him by the balls. Eagle wins. ALSO..
"Rich Guy Wins Yacht Race"
According to witnesses who observed him walking down a pier on his way to the awards banquet, the rich guy who won was "snappy-looking," wearing a fancy sailor's cap and some sort of big, lambs-wool sweater from the Hebrides. They also noted that the man was tall and well-tanned, and had a beautiful lady on his arm–in addition to being, of course, rich.
Onion, a satire?.yeah, it's Friday and I wanted to lighten up.
BUT looky here:
What a Waste
By Charles Krauthammer
Is there anything more depressing than yet another promise of energy independence in yet another State of the Union address? By my count, 24 of the 34 State of the Union addresses since the oil embargo of 1973 have proposed solutions to our energy problem.
The result? In 1973 we imported 34.8 percent of our oil. Today we import 60.3 percent.
A hawk missed some bird or other while I was watching Saturday; and sat about 20 feet from three white leghorn roosters for a couple minutes, empty-handed. Then flew off.
I don't know if he didn't recognize roosters as food, or what.
Of course the cats are leaving the roosters alone, I notice. Maybe hawks do too.
I started with seven roosters in October, that somebody dropped off. They took up residence in my maple tree and have not left, except for two missing ; a neighbor's dog got two more a couple weeks ago.
They're sunning today. It's, let's see, 13 degrees F at astronomical noon at the moment.
They do dive for cover for airborne hawks, and Cessna 310's.
We need for folks everywhere to come together and help preserve these wide open spaces, such as those you saw several days ago in the picture of the birds over the lake on the Rocky Mountain Front. Any suggestions as to how to get that kind of involvement from folks on the east coast, who may never travel to MT?
I see Stinky Dog’s neighbor kid playing with his Christmas pellet gun. I casually mention to him what a noisy nuisance “those damn crows” are. Two weeks later, crows are gone. But then I start hearing horned owls in the trees. After some study, I find out my choice is between crows or owls – one fills in when the other leaves. With crows the bunny population explodes. With owls the mouse and roof rat population explodes (since owls go after cats and even raccoons).
Apparently, I suck at wildlife management and can’t win no matter what I do.