Hello, my dear hens and roosters! How are you? We’re slowly getting there, weather-wise. There was one day that hit the high 60’s or 70. Now we’re stuck in that 40’s rut again. We should remember, though, that it’s still only April. As I understand it, we go into spring with low water levels and tables, again. Even with all this rain, we’re still low. See for yourself:
Our fabulous Green Bay Packers play their season opener on Thanksgiving evening against the Chicago Bears at Soldiers Field. Brett Favre’s number will be retired during the game, unless it changes its mind.
Today is Earth Day. Take time out of your day to stoop down and kiss some dirt. Tee-hee, no, but it wouldn’t hurt to spend some time studying your habits to see where you could recycle or otherwise “Go Green.” Even though some people supposedly own pieces of the Earth, the fact is that we’re all here temporarily and should strive to make the Earth a better place for our having been here. Recycling products makes them cheaper in the long run. Dialing down the amount of fertilizer that our farmers spread would be a big help with runoff issues. Growing your own garden is fun and you get rewarded with the vegetables or fruits that you planted. There are myriad ways to “Go Green.”
Racine recently voted to allow backyard chickens. No roosters and no more than 4 hems. Back home, we had Romanian Red Terror chickens. They stand about 5 feet tall and weigh 160 pounds. They’re as good as any watchdog. Burglars see them and decide to go elsewhere. We had a couple in the house that were like pets. They even ate at the table with us. Heaven forbid that mom serve chicken. All hell would break loose!
The big thing with Romanian Red Terror hens is obtaining their eggs. They’re not like regular chickens where you can reach down and grab an egg or two. Romanian Red Terror hens will fight you for their eggs. Be sure to wear body armor and a thick helmet when you go for their eggs. Some sort of facial covering would be good, too. I’m thinking NFL® helmets. Their eggs are the size of soccer balls. No one knows what they taste like because all attempts at egg retrieval have ended in the deaths of those trying to get the eggs.
And on that note, my dears, I’m finishing off this week’s blog. I love you all. May you be blessed with health and love. I have the best damn readers on the internet.
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Watch out for all the people taking in the beginning of spring. The release of their cabin fever may make them do crazy things, like ride their bicycles to and from work. And if you hear and see a “boom car,” smash into him for me.