Laying hens are skeptical of changes in their cages. They awoke to a new addition and promptly behaved like ape-men confronted by a big black monolith – by trying to cover it in straw.
Yeah, still painting trim in a desultory manner. LB’s tanking up so he’ll be able to mark every bush between here and Landlady’s later this morning…
…While Ghost practices the fine art of Yard Customization. You can’t properly recline unless it is in a hole of precisely the right size, shape, depth, temperature, consistency…
Meanwhile I’m doing some yard customization of my own with the construction of Woodshed, Lair, Mk III. This one will be the same size and location as before but a little further from the cabin, facilitating maintenance of both, with a better floor and wooden half-sides. Pallets continue to give their lives in the effort, along with a couple of small fence sections I brought home having no idea what I’d ever do with them. Today the shed begins to become three-dimensional, though I can’t put up the hoop that forms the roof and most of the walls until Landlady comes back with her fencepost driver.
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They say that Louis XIV had the inscription Ultima Ratio Regum cast into all the cannon of the French Army. It means “The Ultimate Argument of Kings,” and that always struck me as one of the most honest and up-front things any ruler or would-be ruler ever said. “We can dress it up prettier than this, but when it comes down to the unvarnished truth this is what it’s about: You’ll do as I say or I’ll send my goons to kill you.”
I thought about that for a long time. If there’s an ultimate argument, it seems only logical that there must be an ultimate answer. For years I thought the ultimate answer must be the bullets in my rifle, but it never seemed quite right. I’ve got bullets – he’s got frigging Cannon Balls. I mean, if there were three hundred million rifles throwing bullets at him, then maybe. But we all know that’s not going to happen. So if there’s an ultimate answer to his ultimate argument, it sure as hell ain’t bullets.
It finally came to me – and that’s when I abandoned the city and most of my stuff, and gave all that was behind me a good stiff Randian Shrug.
The ultimate answer to kings is not a bullet, but a belly laugh.
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Does Ghost ALWAYS look like he’s ready to take a chunk out of you at his earliest opportunity?
A serious “Don’t mess with me” look.
🙂
Ghost has a very expressive face, for a dog. That’s more like “please no pictures.” When he’s really annoyed with me, he lets me know.
Looking good, Joel. 🙂
What a hoot your chickens are!
One of these days you should post a pic of you and LB so we can get a measure of his size. You’ve mentioned his weight so I’d guess he’s bigger than he seems to me to see him with nothing for comparison. Not a Newfie, but almost?
Little Bear doesn’t seem that big to me, I see him every day. But nobody else ever sees him without commenting on his size. I don’t know what he weighs. The last time he was weighed he was only about a year old and still growing fast, and he was 85 pounds then. When I had to tie him up he became a bit…portly. But at least now we’re walking in the mornings and he’s gotten used to his diet, so I’m hoping to slim him down. But still well over a hundred. I can’t begin to pick him up.
But yeah, I think pureblood Newfies are bigger. And thank god he doesn’t drool like a Newfie.
Here are pics: I’m afraid he wasn’t very cooperative and my camera isn’t much of a camera…
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I got your ‘at the zoo’ reference. As I recall the next line would be ‘and the zookeeper is very fond of rum’. Thought you were a whiskey man.
LB actually looks like a bear in the second photo, Joel. LOL
Thanks for the pics Joel. Yes he does look like a bear and seems aptly named. Don’t know just why I was interested except that he looks so much like our Aussie Shephard who died a year and a half ago, but she only weighed in at 60 lbs.
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