Play idea: perform MacBeth, but when the witches are doing their prophecy thing, they segue into telling the story of Hamlet. Hamlet is chatting with the ghost when it starts telling a Midsummer Night’s Dream. The audience becomes slowly aware that the programs and advertisements did not publish a runtime for the performance. Ushers start handing out new programs, with new actors’ names on them in previously unmentioned roles. Every single known Shakespeare play is nested inside the performance. The theatre doors are locked.
At intermission they play one (1) It’s Not Unusual
This is the 10th one of these flowers Slash has stolen and brought home.
Here is number 11…
Here’s his third catch of the night.
And that second photo is his face right after I told him “People on the internet love your flower catching skills, Mr. Slash!”
Guess what Mr. Slash is up to tonight?
And, he’s back at it again tonight.
He got another one, and he is proud of himself.
He brought in another one tonight.
Thank you, Mr. Slash!
He is so beautiful 😭
He’s aware of that, and loves being told that. 😛
Sometimes, he will hold my hand when I ask him about the flowers.
He brought these two flowers in last night, and decided to pose for me when I put them near him to take photos.
Plot twist! He brought back a hibiscus tonight instead of the usual ones.
He must be feeling more tropical.
He’s back to the normal ones now…
Even when it’s raining, he still decides to go and find these. Good thing for him that whatever breed of cat he is, he has remarkably water-resistant fur!
He had a very busy night while everyone was asleep last night…
“Well, you’ve basically made your A-list bones as Spider-man, which means that for the rest of your life you get to be jumping up and down in photo shoots.”
“Is…is that a good thing?”
“It’ll destroy your knees by the time you’re forty but just think of the shoots you’ll get. All action, all the time.”
“So what should I do?”
“Invest in hair gel.”
“About…about the knees.”
“Oh! Nothing. The decay of cartilage comes for us all.”
Did you know chickens often have claws on their wings? They really are little dinosaurs 😁
The part I’ve highlighted in red pokes out of their thumb as a nail. It can be found on their wrist where their wing bends, not right on the end of their hand. Here are some pictures that @poule-malchanceuse helped me get:
Jack, sumatra cock. Sumatras are a more “primitive” breed of chickens that have been breed from wild jungle fowl more recently. Jack’s nail is the biggest one so far.
Millet, Old English game cockerel. Small but there, easy to mistake for a pin feather coming in.
We’ve observed that pullets and hens have a smaller nail than cockerels and cocks. I think it may also be breed dependent. If my fellow chicken keepers could reblog this with a picture (or your observations if you can’t get one) with the breed and sex of your chicken that would be great to help us learn more about this cool, little known feature of chooks.
