Stephen Kahn

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New generation, first day on the job

In Good news on May 12, 2011 at 4:46 am

Today two new chicks arrived, peeping like crazy. Will they survive? They can drink, They can eat. They can poop. What more is there to life?

They are not named yet, but my wife said, “One of them is already trying to break out! She’s just like Moll!”

If this keeps up, we will have a gang of biker chicks!

New Babies Arrive Today

In Good news on May 11, 2011 at 1:02 pm

Today Christina and I will be like grandparents off to the hospital to meet new grandchildren. We’re getting new baby chicks.

Big Mama the Responsible, Moll the Pecky Drama Queen, and Little Peep Who Chicken-Struts to a Different Drummer are fine, though for the last couple of days they have not been laying eggs. Anyway, they’re about a year old, which is getting along in hen years (even utterly spoiled, well-protected hens), so we purchased some new baby chicks. Today we are supposed to pick the new babies up from one of the farm stores on Whidbey.

We are so lazy and depraved. We don’t have a rooster. We didn’t have our hens hatch their own babies. We are likeUSA adult humans who adopt children from Romania, or China, or Africa instead of having our own babies.

To begin with, the baby chicks will live in a creche upstairs where they can imprint on us and eat chicken baby food. Gradually they will learn to eat a bug and weed or two, go for brief trips outside. They have to be kept separate from the three older hens (who would probably peck them to death). After they see each other through a fence, the older hens and chicks will get to spend a few minutes together, until they gradually learn to live with each other.

The perch in the hen house only has room for five hens, so we are only getting two new ones. The mishap rate for baby chicks is high. Last time we started with four babies and one had to be mercy-killed. The chicks are supposed to be “sexed” (roosters separated out before selling them) but sometimes cocks get through. Instead of keeping roosters to waken neighbors and fertilize the eggs, most people around here stick with hens. If they get roosters, instead of eating them, the sentimental chicken raisers try to give them away. The local recycling station has a whole flock of “rescued” roosters who strut around and perch on the bins of paper and bottles and cans. So the whole process is fraught with drama and risk, like life itself.

During my life, people of different races have gone through a similar process here in the United States, gradually learning to live with each other. In other places, such as the Middle East, it is taking a lot longer for different groups to learn to live with each other without pecking each other to death. Dumb as chickens are (and believe me, they are really dumb), they don’t hold a candle to human beings.

Now what? “So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.”

In Good news, Hard to tell on May 3, 2011 at 12:34 pm

It’s hard not to be glad that we got the bastard.

It’s a relief that the collateral damage is relatively limited.

The age-old problem faced by human beings is: how do we oppose evil without becoming as evil as that which we oppose?

All Along The Watchtower

“There must be some way out of here,” said the joker to the thief
“There’s  too much confusion, I can’t get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine,
plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of it is

“No reason to get excited,” the thief, he kindly spoke
“There are many
here among us who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we’ve been
through that, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the
hour is getting late”

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came
and went, barefoot servants, too

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching,
the wind began to howl

Copyright © 1968 by Dwarf Music; renewed 1996 by Dwarf Music

Gun sales resuming at Wal-Mart

In Bad news on May 1, 2011 at 11:51 am

“Wal-Mart stopped selling guns and ammo at most of its U.S. stores five years ago but is now stocking up on firearms and nearly half of its 3,600 U.S. locations. Spin doctors at the corporation claim this is part of a larger focus on “heritage categories” — fishing rods and bolts of sewing fabric that were cut out of aisles as the discounter tried to appear more upscale.”

From a news item on the MSN web site. Definitely a bad sign about the collapse of civilization.

May Day. May Day.