I wanna explain something you may not realize, see this Finnish girl, you and her have much in common, she married a yooper, not everyone has yooper, you people have me and just like her, ain’t you lucky, of course you are.
As you know I have two crows (cleanup crew), been hanging around for years, few times I have put some stuff down with-in a foot of their beaks, best not to push my luck, what little of it I do have. What they leave me are bones which I do make bone chimes, fair trade least around here. Yesurday was really nice,no snow and the sun was out, great time to fire the grill/smoker. If you don’t have one of these get one, they’ll fit in your oven just fine.
Ever go to a renaissance Festival, example, this is Jenny, Jenny O’Connor of the O’Connor clan, aka the hot violist
I have, picked up a bad habit which I use out back, I can toss bones over my shoulder towards the bone pit without worry. Since Dog has moved in, things have changed greatly. There’s only that refuses to go with the program, a leg off rack as I was carrying it
Normally I would toss to bone pit, not with dog here
Those two birds seen it fall, waiting for the hail Mary that didn’t come, you shoulda heard the screeching, one even flew up an divebombed me. I won’t turn my back on them ever again while eating outside, trust, what trust are you talking about
Now that we got through poltics, which got me hungry (2nd breakfast time no wonder).
But I ain’t this hungry