Dark Days at the Exurban Homestead

We've now had fifty straight days of darkness at the farm.

What have we done to trouble the gods so? Why has the Burning Disc not risen over our little farmette in so long?

There is talk amongst some here at the Compound that animal sacrifices should commence soon.

I say we start with the chickens, but don't tell anyone that.

Meanwhile, on the good side, we have porn.

More updates, soon.

We Get Chickens at Yard Poppas!

We were thrilled to get a gaggle of chickens here at the suburban homestead today.

The man who sold them to us for what he assured us was cheap (cheep? ha!) at $50 each said that they were so little trouble that they needed neither water nor food.

He did say that they make the awfullest mess when they poop, so maybe we'll call ourselves Yard POOPa!  Ha!

Anyhoo, enjoy the pix.

P.S. I think they're some sort of Asian breed because one of them says, 'Made in Japan' on it's butt.

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