I have some great news! “Nest” comes from two roots: those for “down” and “sit.” I love this! It didn’t start with birds…it started with sitting, because sometimes we just need to sit, and we need a place. 1934 Webster’s Int’l. says to look also at “nether”: …which is fun just to consider how many [ni-] or … More You’d Better Sit Down for This…
Hi! It has really been a while. I was in DC last week, and here’s one friend I sort of made: “Sort of” because this bunny was advertised as a biter, so I never all the way stopped fearing it. Do you know what else is a bunny? A squirrel! See below. So of course … More Every bunny wants to rule the world.
Chickens get something disgusting called scaly leg mites, and new gray Audie Cornish Hen has them. It’s appalling and I feel awful for not having synthesized some indicators earlier, so I am soothing myself by channeling Arrested-ly Development-al absurdity. Please join me in remembering the glorious Operation Hot Mother! Here you see two steps of the treatment … More Operation Hot Smother
You know who loves you and wants you to succeed besides Loving Sheep? Loving Goat! Let’s do a puzzle about it. pdf: RANCHLANDRAHRAHS Or online
Loving sheep recommends coconut La Croix, because it tastes like our favorite kind of soup: sunscreen.
Loving sheep offers a mild, loving hooray for the least gender-/jingoistically- problematic set of superbowl ads yet. Yes, and! Plenty was still dark-agey, especially w/r/t race and LGBT presence…so, progress, plus reason and room to hope for more. Loving sheep loves using “w/r/t”; loving sheep lives a busy life.
Good lord…have you considered the relationship between “explore” and, say, “deplore”? “Implore”?! PLORE, from Latin plorare (cf. pleurer in French, llorar in Spanish): to cry. To cry out! Here’s who made me look that up: (Audie Cornish Hen, having none of it yesterday) (And in the meltiness today, exploring like a chamn dampion!)
Bumblebee, by Angela Topping. Why do you bumble? Are you unsure what to do In your stripy suit?
Next time you are in a guest bathroom, I invite you to daydream about the spectacular range of other guests that may have come before you. I offer ours as fodder for your reveries. (when it’s 9 degrees at night, we worry about these ladies outside)
The streaky wet blurs seen here are from a mild windexing I gave the outside of this window about 4 hours ago. I also wiped it off. It just doesn’t even matter here. It won’t dry until tomorrow. Would you like some mold? We also have that!
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