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edge gliding
Nov. 28th, 2012 09:59 pmLeave it to Penelope and Gallop to make a simple task insanely difficult. A simple task like getting a bucket of water from the sink in the kitchen to the shed. So, yeah, Gallop drank some of the water even if it was near the gate. Fine. I can deal with that. Penelope was headbutting me and the less water in the bucket, the lighter it is. When they were done, I moved it into the shed and the goats snuck out and they weren't doing anything they couldn't do inside their pen. Headbutting each other and things like that. I tried to lure them back with hay and pine needles but that didn't work, so I put the leashes on them one at a time and tethered them to the fence. Once they were in, Gallop was fine, Penelope was making things harder than they needed to be.
Also, I had to move the faucet and Christina spilled some water.
This is a male surf scoter. The females are a less interesting brown. We had one of those, he didn't look great, he had a fracture and one of his eyes was glazed over partially because of some heavy metal deposits or gun pellets throughout his body including one in in his skull, he couldn't balance.
We had a cedar waxwing as well. Males and females are indistinguishable with just a glance.
There were coffee packets from Korea (anybody who does not know which Korea lives in an alternate dimension in which World Revolution happened and you are most fortunate as you live in a glorious world indeed and I envy you so much I don't want to talk to you about the wonders of cosmopolitan Khartoum and Pyongyang and Mandalay, and oh I made myself sad) of all places. With instructions in Korean and maybe one word of English in there for some reason. I told Christina about Anthony's sugar high, in which he put eight pixy stix in a bottle of surge. I don't remember it too well myself. It was back in high school, after all He was giggling, jumping on the walls, I think he spewed his drink on someone's feet…
burning question: Does this ever happen to you - you wake up from a dream with the feeling that you've dreamt about that place before but are never quite able to work out whether you have or your feeling of deja vu was just part of the dream?
Also, I had to move the faucet and Christina spilled some water.
This is a male surf scoter. The females are a less interesting brown. We had one of those, he didn't look great, he had a fracture and one of his eyes was glazed over partially because of some heavy metal deposits or gun pellets throughout his body including one in in his skull, he couldn't balance.
We had a cedar waxwing as well. Males and females are indistinguishable with just a glance.
There were coffee packets from Korea (anybody who does not know which Korea lives in an alternate dimension in which World Revolution happened and you are most fortunate as you live in a glorious world indeed and I envy you so much I don't want to talk to you about the wonders of cosmopolitan Khartoum and Pyongyang and Mandalay, and oh I made myself sad) of all places. With instructions in Korean and maybe one word of English in there for some reason. I told Christina about Anthony's sugar high, in which he put eight pixy stix in a bottle of surge. I don't remember it too well myself. It was back in high school, after all He was giggling, jumping on the walls, I think he spewed his drink on someone's feet…
burning question: Does this ever happen to you - you wake up from a dream with the feeling that you've dreamt about that place before but are never quite able to work out whether you have or your feeling of deja vu was just part of the dream?
