Welcome to my pond - Swim, wade, or sit on the bank

DH & I got all the straw out of the coop yesterday, got it completely scrubbed down :sick & got the sand in it. It looks amazing in there, like a giant zen garden. If the birds weren't therapeutic enough on their own, now I can take my DD's mini rake out there & comb soothing designs in the sand.

I saw that post with the album cover (van ? somebody ?) I didn't know who he was, but it must've triggered the 60's-70's station in my head. All day I was singing this weird mash up of songs I haven't heard since I was a kid. It sounded like....

Comin' into London from over the boarder,
Flyin' in a big airliner,
(blah, blah, blah, blah I don't know the words...)
Could we ever feel much finer?
I'm not 'fraid of dying & I don't really care,
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me,
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me,
& all I ask of dying is to go naturally,
go naturally, here I go...
Comin' into Los An-ge-les,
Bringin' in a couple of ki's,
Don't touch my bags if you please
Mr. customs man.
And when I die,
And when I'm dead, dead & gone,
They'll be one child born in this world to carry on, carry on.
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,
all the chickens gonna run to him.....
Yes, in my head is a very strange & confusing place to be.:oops:
 
DH & I got all the straw out of the coop yesterday, got it completely scrubbed down :sick & got the sand in it. It looks amazing in there, like a giant zen garden. If the birds weren't therapeutic enough on their own, now I can take my DD's mini rake out there & comb soothing designs in the sand.

I saw that post with the album cover (van ? somebody ?) I didn't know who he was, but it must've triggered the 60's-70's station in my head. All day I was singing this weird mash up of songs I haven't heard since I was a kid. It sounded like....

Comin' into London from over the boarder,
Flyin' in a big airliner,
(blah, blah, blah, blah I don't know the words...)
Could we ever feel much finer?
I'm not 'fraid of dying & I don't really care,
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me,
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me,
& all I ask of dying is to go naturally,
go naturally, here I go...
Comin' into Los An-ge-les,
Bringin' in a couple of ki's,
Don't touch my bags if you please
Mr. customs man.
And when I die,
And when I'm dead, dead & gone,
They'll be one child born in this world to carry on, carry on.
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,
all the chickens gonna run to him.....
Yes, in my head is a very strange & confusing place to be.:oops:
Don't hide under there!
I listen to some strange stuff, ever listen to some of the Appalachian folk ballads?? Morbid stuff.... :rolleyes:
Oh, and the coop sounds great!:love
 
Afternoon all! Sorry, I'm way behind, I didn't get on yesterday. I'll try to read back and catch up!

On the cousin's boyfriend front, he dodged my father today. His car was in the driveway but he wouldn't come to the door when my Dad knocked. I'm wondering if those chicks died because he wasn't taking proper care of them, like I told him they would, and that's why he's dodging my Dad.

That would be ironic, since he accused me of being the one not taking care of my birds...
 
DH & I got all the straw out of the coop yesterday, got it completely scrubbed down :sick & got the sand in it. It looks amazing in there, like a giant zen garden. If the birds weren't therapeutic enough on their own, now I can take my DD's mini rake out there & comb soothing designs in the sand.

I saw that post with the album cover (van ? somebody ?) I didn't know who he was, but it must've triggered the 60's-70's station in my head. All day I was singing this weird mash up of songs I haven't heard since I was a kid. It sounded like....

Comin' into London from over the boarder,
Flyin' in a big airliner,
(blah, blah, blah, blah I don't know the words...)
Could we ever feel much finer?
I'm not 'fraid of dying & I don't really care,
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me,
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me,
& all I ask of dying is to go naturally,
go naturally, here I go...
Comin' into Los An-ge-les,
Bringin' in a couple of ki's,
Don't touch my bags if you please
Mr. customs man.
And when I die,
And when I'm dead, dead & gone,
They'll be one child born in this world to carry on, carry on.
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,
all the chickens gonna run to him.....
Yes, in my head is a very strange & confusing place to be.:oops:

Let us know how the sand works for you. I've read good and bad about sand. A few here use it.

Blood Sweat and Tears, i think it's fitting for what you did today. :D
 
Afternoon all! Sorry, I'm way behind, I didn't get on yesterday. I'll try to read back and catch up!

On the cousin's boyfriend front, he dodged my father today. His car was in the driveway but he wouldn't come to the door when my Dad knocked. I'm wondering if those chicks died because he wasn't taking proper care of them, like I told him they would, and that's why he's dodging my Dad.

That would be ironic, since he accused me of being the one not taking care of my birds...
Hi!:frow lots of good chat about music...
You're probably right, I hate that, but...Point proven. Maybe you're dad will catch him coming or going.:fl
 
Don't hide under there!
I listen to some strange stuff, ever listen to some of the Appalachian folk ballads?? Morbid stuff.... :rolleyes:

Never heard of it, but we've got some very diverse taste out here, so I'd be curious to check them out.

Whites, I cant believe you brought up Dr. Hook ... I loved those guys! I hope I get them stuck in my head today, but knowing my luck I'll be stuck mixing cement to Bang Bang Maxwell Silver. :th
 
Afternoon all! Sorry, I'm way behind, I didn't get on yesterday. I'll try to read back and catch up!

On the cousin's boyfriend front, he dodged my father today. His car was in the driveway but he wouldn't come to the door when my Dad knocked. I'm wondering if those chicks died because he wasn't taking proper care of them, like I told him they would, and that's why he's dodging my Dad.

That would be ironic, since he accused me of being the one not taking care of my birds...

Ugh. what a little twerp.
 
Never heard of it, but we've got some very diverse taste out here, so I'd be curious to check them out.

Whites, I cant believe you brought up Dr. Hook ... I loved those guys! I hope I get them stuck in my head today, but knowing my luck I'll be stuck mixing cement to Bang Bang Maxwell Silver. :th
Lol..Guess "I got stoned and I missed it"....:confused:
Pull up one called Wind and the Rain by Gillian Welch..It's on the sound track for the movie Songcatcher.
 

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