I have a nice, little clutch of duck eggs, incubating. I lined an old Easter basket with a plastic bag, under which I placed a warming stone (used in terraria, for reptiles). On top, I put a damp towel and positioned the eggs all around the edge of the basket. I covered them with a dry towel.
They're good and warm. I think I have close to a dozen.
Now, every time I go to the duck pond, I'm looking for eggs to EAT, not hatch! Only found one today, darn it.
It's fun, hunting eggs. The dog thinks it's boring, but whatever.
I take egg cartons with me, to protect them 'til I get them home.
Had a duck egg for breakfast; one of the ones I collected yesterday cracked.
Popped another inner tube today. It has a flaw in it, so I'll write the guy and see if he'll replace it for me. So, Porky and I were out late, while I replaced the tube.
I saw the saddest thing on BBC News tonight: a 14 year old Palestinian kid, with explosives strapped to his body.
He was slack jawed and looked like he wasn't quite all there. They're saying his family says he's developmentally disabled.
I couldn't tell if it was fear, adolescent stupidity, exhaustion, shock, disability or what, but he definately wasn't all there. Poor bastard.
There's another possibility: he looked drugged, possibly.
Y'know what I wish? I wish the Israelis would put him in a treatment facility, with counselling, and love him back to health.
But given the STUPID assassination of that disabled Imam, I don't think the Sharon regime can see past their own penises.
That kid is toast.
It's such a waste.
Been crying, off and on, since I saw that report.
I may have it rough, but at least I don't live in Israel...or Iraq or Afghanistan or Haiti or.....
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