Duncan's Blog

http://www.meyerhatchery.com/get_item_dobkp_buckeye-females.htm

Some might call it shameless advertising. Be that as it may, I was quite thrilled when the San Marino Post Office phoned me with the news that my newly hatched chicks had just come in and were ready for pick-up.

I started raising hens about two years ago; began with Auracana bantams. I've since worked my way up to the larger stock and have four silkies in my aviary. My local bird and feed store guy is a bit slow with my orders so I opted to take matters in my own hand (so to speak). The shipment is 25 birds which is a bit more than I would have wanted, but what the heck?

So now I have Buckeyes, Cuckoos, Auracanas, Golden Comets and a single Silkie. Hopefully they will all be hens. That's I paid for, but who knows what happens when they start developing!

Anyway, I'm adding the site of the Myer Hatchery. There are hundreds of hatcheries all over the place; I simply chose one that had Buckeyes as a featured breed.

Enjoy !

Things always seem to sound a tad bit better in translation. Today's entry is a simple translation of the colloquial phrase "Eating for Two!" It happens from time-to-time in my field. What's my field again? Human being on the planet Earth!
The problem with this situation would not be so grave if it occured during but a single meal within a seven day period. Let's see -- for those of you who are into algebra --
Three meals a day
times
Seven days a week
equals
Twenty-one meals per week
That means that each meal, assuming each meal were EXACTLY the same value, would have a percentage value of 4.75% of the week's pie.
4.75 x 21 = 99.75 (we'll cut a little slack for those glasses of water that have sweetened lemon juice or that extra saltine that you didn't think I saw you eat in the parking lot).
I do the Weight Watchers thing these days and I take my commitment pretty seriously. From time-to-time I just get tired of being good 24/7. This week was one of those times. A friend took me out to the CLAIM JUMPER

http://www.claimjumper.com/menu_dinein.htm

(Here's a copy of the menu without the prices). The portions are gargantuous. Think I bothered to share? Nope! There goes a week of Weight Watchers weight watching right down the hole. It doesn't matter at this point because I did enjoy the company... AND THE FOOD. As Scarlet O'Hara would say, "Fiddle dee dee! Tomorrow IS another day!"

How short-term need a short-term goal be ? There are times when I think waking up from a restful slumber, making it to the computer, and remembering what I wanted to learn on a GOOGLE search meets this criterion.
I have been known to experiment to see what would be a hobby, an interest, a passion. I don't have many passions. I acquire language and even though I am a native American English speaker, I continue to learn things that are totally peculiar and specific to our tongue.
Even though I'm slowly approaching 50, I am in the evolutionary state of further learning in my field. I'll be a good nurse one fine day. Most folks like me just the way I am. I get pretty fearless when I've got two buckets of water and a dozen wash cloths and towels in tow!
I raise chickens and have decided that this would be the year I start from egg. Who knows where it will lead? I've even toyed with the idea of keeping a goat around, but that might make the meter-reader a tad bit nervous.
http://www.paccd.cc.ca.us/instadmn/compsvcs/kiosk/jlhome.HTM
Have a look-see at what's going on at the local college. That's good for feeding a long- or short-term goal. Sometimes having 7+ hours of sleep at night is my greatest achievement.

Today's mail pick up had a curious piece of correspondence. It was a handwritten note on a piece of paper the size of a post-in note. It was signed by "Bill" in quotes. I guess William wants to let me know that he is cool enough to have a nickname, but that I shouldn't make checks out to him with that nomenclature.
Bill is from Oregon. He came down to see his son in jail and maybe talk to the local police. I was holding on to a few of his son's personal possessions.
So who is his son? Someone I had met on the HipForum. Yeah, hard to believe that the one person I would end up hooking up with face-to-face, nose-to-nose and toe-to-toe is someone who came to California to flee from a warrant in Oregon.
I won't get into any horrific details about what why when where and who, but suffice it to say the guy was involved in activity that turned out to be far reaching (i.e. a federal offense). What made things difficult for me and put me in the middle is that I allowed him to use my address for mail. He was moving around alot before getting settled and my address would be "fixed". Lucky me!
He and his companion got picked up last April and that, I thought, was the end of it. Now "Bill" is claiming that there is stuff that I am holding onto.
I am so pleased that at 48 I have managed to stay out of jail and free of police harrassment. Now I get it in the cross-fire of others!

I'm a brown-bagger. I'm not ashamed of it. Some people--I've noticed--make sure that they revolve their meal time around mine just so that they can see what I pull out. For the most part, my meals are vegetable based; there's usually a grain (bulgur, rice, barley) and some fish for protein (tuna, salmon, or something fresh like talapia or snapper).
I have an Italian cook at home, so why bother eating out. I've thought about getting an official thermal lunch bag, but nothing seems to catch my eye.
A friend of mine in NYC obsesses over food. She also winds up eating crap from cheap Chinese restaurants that seem to pour on lots of gloppy gravy. When I DO eat out I like to have a meal that is memorable. I also choose places that serve food that I do not or cannot make at home; Ethiopian or Tibetan cuisine uses herbs and spices that are not part of my larder.
Now I'm going to look at lunch boxes before bed