Stella's Social Club

I treated myself to a "meal" this afternoon at The Pub In Fairplay: one of their appetizers, a plate of French fries with bacon and melted cheese, plus a bottle of Racer 5 beer (an IPA brewed in Healdsburg, Sonoma County. I really like Racer 5, but The Pub doesn't have it on tap, I had to brink it from the bottle.) They were changing taps or kegs or some arcane pub maintenance things, so the gals were pulling glasses of various brews to check for size of the foam head. The manager simply slid a glass across to me and said, "See what you think of that.". It was called Rubicon, brewed in Sacramento. Pretty good draught.

Tuesday nights at The Pub are "locals night" because there is no corkage fee; apparently that's a big draw in wine country. Learned some bar tricks. I left before the traditional dinner hour.

I'd chatted up a local, older couple., talking chickens and skunks with 'em. Got a tip: throw an old blanket over the skunk in the trap, that way the actual spray won't actually get ON me. After shooting, dispose of skunk carcass in the same towel. Sounded fine until I got home. How does one shoot the skunk in the trap if the trap is covered up? Use up a lot of ammunition, perforating the trap metal? It is a puzzlement.

When I got home, the neighbors next door were shooing Kevin off their driveway. "Go home, bird!" Mr. Retiree was saying. He was trying to herd Kevin back onto my property... So I guess we all know the peacock is now mine. :lol: He did mention "He's a young one."

Time to do another flock check.
 
I treated myself to a "meal" this afternoon at The Pub In Fairplay: one of their appetizers, a plate of French fries with bacon and melted cheese, plus a bottle of Racer 5 beer (an IPA brewed in Healdsburg, Sonoma County. I really like Racer 5, but The Pub doesn't have it on tap, I had to brink it from the bottle.) They were changing taps or kegs or some arcane pub maintenance things, so the gals were pulling glasses of various brews to check for size of the foam head. The manager simply slid a glass across to me and said, "See what you think of that.". It was called Rubicon, brewed in Sacramento. Pretty good draught.

Tuesday nights at The Pub are "locals night" because there is no corkage fee; apparently that's a big draw in wine country. Learned some bar tricks. I left before the traditional dinner hour.

I'd chatted up a local, older couple., talking chickens and skunks with 'em. Got a tip: throw an old blanket over the skunk in the trap, that way the actual spray won't actually get ON me. After shooting, dispose of skunk carcass in the same towel. Sounded fine until I got home. How does one shoot the skunk in the trap if the trap is covered up? Use up a lot of ammunition, perforating the trap metal? It is a puzzlement.

When I got home, the neighbors next door were shooing Kevin off their driveway. "Go home, bird!" Mr. Retiree was saying. He was trying to herd Kevin back onto my property... So I guess we all know the peacock is now mine.
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He did mention "He's a young one."

Time to do another flock check.
Oh cool you have a peacock now!!!
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Kelly and I re-homed roosters today. I won! Yay! 5 - 3...Me!
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I am working on my competitiveness.
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I can't get rid of more until they grow more. 9 left to narrow down to 1 keeper.

Today is National Hot Dog Day! I made homemade buns. They are a little flat but should taste good.


And you ruined those by putting hot dogs in them? Ummmmm. how come these weren't ready when I was there? And then you talk scones too and get me hungry.
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I treated myself to a "meal" this afternoon at The Pub In Fairplay: one of their appetizers, a plate of French fries with bacon and melted cheese, plus a bottle of Racer 5 beer (an IPA brewed in Healdsburg, Sonoma County. I really like Racer 5, but The Pub doesn't have it on tap, I had to brink it from the bottle.) They were changing taps or kegs or some arcane pub maintenance things, so the gals were pulling glasses of various brews to check for size of the foam head. The manager simply slid a glass across to me and said, "See what you think of that.". It was called Rubicon, brewed in Sacramento. Pretty good draught.

Tuesday nights at The Pub are "locals night" because there is no corkage fee; apparently that's a big draw in wine country. Learned some bar tricks. I left before the traditional dinner hour.

I'd chatted up a local, older couple., talking chickens and skunks with 'em. Got a tip: throw an old blanket over the skunk in the trap, that way the actual spray won't actually get ON me. After shooting, dispose of skunk carcass in the same towel. Sounded fine until I got home. How does one shoot the skunk in the trap if the trap is covered up? Use up a lot of ammunition, perforating the trap metal? It is a puzzlement.

When I got home, the neighbors next door were shooing Kevin off their driveway. "Go home, bird!" Mr. Retiree was saying. He was trying to herd Kevin back onto my property... So I guess we all know the peacock is now mine.
lol.png
He did mention "He's a young one."

Time to do another flock check.
You officially own a peacock.

On skunk world, I've failed and yes, I've been sprayed by a baby skunk that was a lot smaller than a cat. And add to your list of concerns on shooting a skunk................most people recommend a .22 to shoot them. A .22 round can travel a mile, as it's a high velocity round. Pain in the rear no matter how you look at it.
 
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Oh cool you have a peacock now!!!
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I'm up to 5 peachicks. The one with the boot didn't make it, it never really did thrive. So I went and bought a few more. I now have 1 Indian Blue, 1 Green spading, 1 silver pied white eyed, 1 silver pied split to peach, and 1 purple (if the eggs were marked correctly).
 

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