did I tell you the one about the goat and the cat and the chicken...? whinney whinney!!...I can't stop laughing...
Posted on 03/23/2008 11:36:40 PM PDT by nw_arizona_granny
Americans finding soaring food prices hard to stomach can battle back by growing their own food. [Click image for a larger version] Dean Fosdick Dean Fosdick
Home vegetable gardens appear to be booming as a result of the twin movements to eat local and pinch pennies.
At the Southeastern Flower Show in Atlanta this winter, D. Landreth Seed Co. of New Freedom, Pa., sold three to four times more seed packets than last year, says Barb Melera, president. "This is the first time I've ever heard people say, 'I can grow this more cheaply than I can buy it in the supermarket.' That's a 180-degree turn from the norm."
Roger Doiron, a gardener and fresh-food advocate from Scarborough, Maine, said he turned $85 worth of seeds into more than six months of vegetables for his family of five.
A year later, he says, the family still had "several quarts of tomato sauce, bags of mixed vegetables and ice-cube trays of pesto in the freezer; 20 heads of garlic, a five-gallon crock of sauerkraut, more homegrown hot-pepper sauce than one family could comfortably eat in a year and three sorts of squash, which we make into soups, stews and bread."
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She compares the current period of market uncertainty with that of the early- to mid-20th century when the concept of victory gardens became popular.
"A lot of companies during the world wars and the Great Depression era encouraged vegetable gardening as a way of addressing layoffs, reduced wages and such," she says. "Some companies, like U.S. Steel, made gardens available at the workplace. Railroads provided easements they'd rent to employees and others for gardening."
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they are goats! look at their little horns...there are three or four of them and they are asleep.
LOL, Yes, people are odd.
There was a time that I thought I needed to know all about mechanics, after all my dad was a good one and I grew up in the garage with him, learned about sizes, by getting his tools for him, as in “now, I need the 5/16th socket for the wrench”.
Do I have to admit that I don’t like men in my kitchen to try their hands at cooking?
You could make cheese out of the extra goat milk, feed it to the animals, get a hog and pour the extra milk over their grains to soak, they love it and the meat is so sweet.
I used it for cooking almost everything, bread, gravy, and there is nothing that tops goat milk to make puddings and ice cream with.
When I had goats, I did not drink soft drinks, a little cocoa mix added and shook well, or even a half teaspoon of Strawberry Jello, added to a glass of milk and add ice.
I took it to work, in a jar and didn’t buy cokes for that break time drink.
No, I never found a way to escape the endless washing of milk buckets, jars and strainers.
Or a way to get out of the milking of them, which was my job alone.
Do I have to admit that I have been known to use a dirty bucket and pour it straight into the hog feed or into the containers that we had out there to feed milk to the chickens, ducks and geese......
And some goats will drink it if you give it to them.
I do know that babies thrive on it and I have less allergies on goat milk.
LOL, ok, they could be goat ears.
You could send the photo to the Art Bell crowd and tell them it is the elusive “Big Foot”, they keep saying they see in the forests.
did I tell you the one about the goat and the cat and the chicken...? whinney whinney!!...I can't stop laughing...
Post 5735, is this a photo of the “Big Foot”? that they keep looking for on the Coast to Coast Am program?
Check out the other photos on this page, while you are here.
LOL
Yee gads, he looks like he just smelled an awful smell.
If that is his laugh, don’t tell him any more jokes.
Laughing as I type.
Owen and Mzee are a hippopotamus and a tortoise, respectively, that became the subject of much media attention after forming a unique bond of friendship.[1]
A baby hippopotamus, Owen, was orphaned in the Indian Ocean off the coast of Kenya near Malindi during the 2004 Indian Ocean earthquake on December 26, 2004. The baby hippo, weighing 600 pounds (270 kg), was rescued during a day long effort by nearly 1,000 villagers using shark nets. Owen's namesake is a villager named Owen Saubion, who finally tackled the hippo during the rescue.
Owen was taken to Haller Park, a restored limestone quarry near Mombasa owned by Lafarge Eco Systems' East African firm, Bamburi Cement. He was released into a large wooded penned-in area that included a pond and a co-inhabitant -- a 700-pound (320 kg), 130-year-old Aldabran tortoise named Mzee (Swahili for "wise old man").
Owen immediately bonded to Mzee, who initially resisted Owen's overtures. Over time, the old tortoise came to accept the young hippo, who began to mimic his adoptive "parent." Gradually, Mzee taught Owen, who was a nursing calf, what to eat and where to sleep.
In the first year, the two have become inseparable companions who eat, sleep, swim, and play together. They have surprised scientists with the strength of what appears to be a genuine bond, as well as a unique vocal communication that has developed between them. Owen and Mzee have also become world-wide celebrities as a result of their astonishing behavior, captured on film and video primarily by BBC photographer Peter Greste. Two picture books, Owen and Mzee: The true story of a remarkable friendship and Owen & Mzee: Language Of Friendship, both published by Scholastic Press, and authored by Isabella Hatkoff, Craig Hatkoff, and Paula Kahumbu were released in February 2006 and January 2007.
What a fantastic photo, it shows their bond.
Wonderful story, I am so glad that it has been told around the world.
There must be many stories of strange pairs that are true.
Real life has interested me for many years.
I should have been born earlier, so I could go and study plants, animals and people.
Thank you for sharing, and for that wonderful photo, that any photographer would be proud of.
**There was a time that I thought I needed to know all about mechanics, after all my dad was a good one and I grew up in the garage with him**
LOL I was my dad’s shadow from the time I could walk, he’s always been a mechanic/carpenter. Freshman year of hs, I was on the FFA tool team. I couldn’t understand why the guys didn’t know the names and uses of all the tools. I thought everyone knew that! I was not very popular, being a gilr, and knowing more about guy stuff than they did. Grin.
You’re right. The goat’s milk is wonderful. I got the milk goat because the kids needed milk and it was either that or go on welfare. Hubby was no help, couldn’t stand the goat, wouldn’t drink the milk, and went around nahing every time the kids drank some.
It’s a good thing we love are men or they’d all be dead and buried! Maybe—might just leave them for the vultures! LOL
Awww! It surely is.
you know cheeseburgers aren't good for you...wouldn't you rather...they're DUCKS!
pssst...Mum, can we please go back home where's lots of snow? I don't want to grow up to be BROWN bear...
Polar Bears aren’t WHITE!
Polar Bear Characteristics
The polar bear’s white, or yellowish white appearance is caused by a reflection of light. In fact, the fur has no white pigment at all but is translucent and hollow which helps to conduct the sun’s heat down to the base of the hairs and onto the skin. Under its fur, the polar bear’s skin is entirely black.
That cat is so beautiful.
You know that if he wants a cheezburger, he will get it.
He looks like I should understand what he just said.
Too late.
Men, the most needed item in the house.
I had to promise Bill that he would not be asked to milk, cow or goat, but he willingly drank the milk.
And built the pens and even birthed the kids.
We had a cow that was milking, when the goats came fresh, so I milked, strained and then after a couple days fed it to the animals, then I started feeding it to Bill, and one night he says, “It does not matter to me which milk you give me, but quit thinking you are fooling me”....so we both started drinking the goats milk and bought day old calves for the cow to raise, along with her calf.
When Bill milked, his hands would hurt all night, he would be sound asleep and still working his fingers to get the pain out, due to arthritis in them.
Yes, I was dad’s shadow, he did all the fun things, while mom did not do much gardening, or working with the animals.......she was a farm girl, who dreamed of the city all her life and once she got there, refused to leave it.
Fred, the bother 2 years younger than me, is not mechanical and grew up to be a Baptist minister and school teacher, but Ray the other brother is my dad all over again, grease, animals and plants and building things.
Yes, I have had my problems, telling men how I want it done and knowing more about the subject than they do.
But I will admit the new cars did me in, I have no idea what half the stuff under the hood today is and what I did know, they moved and one motor/car was even in it sideways.
LOL, I see no real need for some of the new inventions.
I am laughing, and feeling sorry for a kitty who is not happy.
In Wellton, between the mobile and the animal pens, was a natural low spot, that collected water, when the rare rain fell.
It was a large area, 50x 100 foot or so and could get 6 or 8 inches of water in it, for only a few hours, then it went back to being a sandy desert.
We had a bunch of ducks and cats.
One of the kittens looked like yours in the photo, and it would follow the ducks, who always got away from him, all he wanted was a little loving.
Kitty never figured out how the ducks could walk into the water and escape his loving intent.
He would go wading into the water and then start crying, because it was wet.
That kitty would have been one to allow a chicken or duck to sit on him, he was always following something and none would have him with them.
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