Farm News 02-12-06
Sunday morning, after chores, 22° - Brrr!
Bunnies! Bunnies!
Last week I tried to guess when the bunnies would be born. The spotted doe, who I thought had just been bred, surprised me and produced a litter on Sunday afternoon. The Black doe did the same on Tuesday. When they are ten days old their eyes open and they are then old enough to go visiting.
Actually, on Tuesday, when they were a few hours short of being two days old, I took three of the bunnies with me when I went to the cardiologist's office. As I have mentioned before, cardiologists are not to be trusted and when visiting a cardiologist a wise person takes along a good guard rabbit. In this case I took three because they were small, tiny in fact, but their long ears made it obvious they were fierce guard rabbits.
It was a good thing I took the guard rabbits, because the cardiologists had some surprises for me. There isn't anything wrong with my heart, the problem is with the cardiologists. They wanted me to wear a 24 hour heart monitor as part of a campaign to build up enough data to justify cutting into me again and installing a new, fancier pacemaker. The first monitor didn't work to suit them, so I had to go back and get another one. That one didn't work right, either, so no I'm waiting on a call to go back for a third try. I was delighted to hear that I wouldn't be charged for the extra office calls that were necessary because their hardware didn't work properly. If I hadn't been accompanied by those guard rabbits I might have been charged some ridiculous amount for the cardiologist's problem.
Last year, when the cardiologists decided I needed a stress test to check my heart, I took two bunnies with me and let them do the running on the treadmill. They enjoyed it a great deal more than I would have and my heart passed the test with high grades.
The cardiologists never touch the bunnies. Cardiologists are docs, and docs know that animals carry germs. Also, docs are workaholics and don't have time for foolishness like bunnies. I think it's sort of scary knowing that the health care system is operated by workaholics who won't touch bunnies.
Med schools are designed to weed out sane people and protect the medical profession from everyone who isn't an extreme type 'A' personality. The few normal people who make it through have to act like workaholics just to maintain their positions in the profession. The AMA has for many years had a policy of limiting the number of students in medical schools in this country so that there will be plenty of work for the workaholics to jump into. If they allowed the med schools to produce docs some them might, God forbid, have to take jobs in small towns where they could be subjected to all sorts of normalizing influences.
I know of only one medical practice where patients might feel that the place is operated by sane people. In that practice the majority of the physicians are women of child-bearing age, most of them actively involved in bearing their own children. If you call that office and tell them you need to see a physician you will probably be able to see one in less than 24 hours. In that office there are no paper medical records. In the waiting room there are toys for children and magazines other than Golf Digest. All of which proves that allowing women to become physicians may destroy medicine as we know it. Check out http://www.conventionalmedicinewatch.com/001626.html.
It's true, bunnies do have germs on them. However, the staph infection I brought home from the hospital came from the backhoe the thoracic surgeon used to operate on me, not a rabbit.
Shotgun and Ting
Shotgun is a large young female cat, Martha's replacement as kitten maker. Martha is over twelve years old and has not successfully raised a kitten for several years. She is a tiny, apartment-sized, cat, quiet, calm, and undemanding. Shotgun is Holstein-sized, demanding, and ostentatious.
Ting is an aging Polish Crested hen, known for her total lack of integrity, bad disposition, and screwy ideas. Ting used to be half of Ting and Ling, The Somerset Twins, a pair of unrelated Polish Crested chickens who claimed to be Broadway stars. Ling would set on eggs, although she usually moved around among several nests, setting on one for a few days, and then another for a few days. She was never successful in hatching a chick using this technique. Ting is too neurotic to be able consider motherhood. Ling disappeared late last summer; most of us feel that she wandered into one of the fairy kingdoms and is still nearby but not visible.
Ting has her own roost in the barn, away from all the other poultry. Ting expects some privacy, unlike common birds. Her roosting site, though not occupied by any other birds, is occasionally subject to invasion by a cat, Shotgun to be specific. Shotgun will often slip down to Ting's roost and sit down beside her.
Ting, of course, is offended by this invasion of her space, so she pecks the intruder. Shotgun considers any attention to be a just reward for her superior performance as a cat. That cat sits there and purrs while that stupid chicken pecks at it. And Bilbo Baggins thought he had seen some strange things . . ..
Hot news: Shotgun is in heat. Gestation for cats is 64 days.
Religion Under Attack: Quick, Rally the Faithful!
Now the Muslims are all bent out of shape because Islam has been insulted by some cartoonist in Denmark. We should be able to understand the problem, we have exactly the same one: a bunch of political wannabes, disguised in clerical garb, trying to rally the followers by screaming that their religion is under attack. Baloney. No serious Christian could believe Pat Robertson when he declares that “Merry Christmas” is under attack and no serious Muslim believes the Danish cartoons are an attack on Islam. What all this uproar proves is that there are very few people who are serious about their religion.
Bunnies! Bunnies!
Last week I tried to guess when the bunnies would be born. The spotted doe, who I thought had just been bred, surprised me and produced a litter on Sunday afternoon. The Black doe did the same on Tuesday. When they are ten days old their eyes open and they are then old enough to go visiting.
Actually, on Tuesday, when they were a few hours short of being two days old, I took three of the bunnies with me when I went to the cardiologist's office. As I have mentioned before, cardiologists are not to be trusted and when visiting a cardiologist a wise person takes along a good guard rabbit. In this case I took three because they were small, tiny in fact, but their long ears made it obvious they were fierce guard rabbits.
It was a good thing I took the guard rabbits, because the cardiologists had some surprises for me. There isn't anything wrong with my heart, the problem is with the cardiologists. They wanted me to wear a 24 hour heart monitor as part of a campaign to build up enough data to justify cutting into me again and installing a new, fancier pacemaker. The first monitor didn't work to suit them, so I had to go back and get another one. That one didn't work right, either, so no I'm waiting on a call to go back for a third try. I was delighted to hear that I wouldn't be charged for the extra office calls that were necessary because their hardware didn't work properly. If I hadn't been accompanied by those guard rabbits I might have been charged some ridiculous amount for the cardiologist's problem.
Last year, when the cardiologists decided I needed a stress test to check my heart, I took two bunnies with me and let them do the running on the treadmill. They enjoyed it a great deal more than I would have and my heart passed the test with high grades.
The cardiologists never touch the bunnies. Cardiologists are docs, and docs know that animals carry germs. Also, docs are workaholics and don't have time for foolishness like bunnies. I think it's sort of scary knowing that the health care system is operated by workaholics who won't touch bunnies.
Med schools are designed to weed out sane people and protect the medical profession from everyone who isn't an extreme type 'A' personality. The few normal people who make it through have to act like workaholics just to maintain their positions in the profession. The AMA has for many years had a policy of limiting the number of students in medical schools in this country so that there will be plenty of work for the workaholics to jump into. If they allowed the med schools to produce docs some them might, God forbid, have to take jobs in small towns where they could be subjected to all sorts of normalizing influences.
I know of only one medical practice where patients might feel that the place is operated by sane people. In that practice the majority of the physicians are women of child-bearing age, most of them actively involved in bearing their own children. If you call that office and tell them you need to see a physician you will probably be able to see one in less than 24 hours. In that office there are no paper medical records. In the waiting room there are toys for children and magazines other than Golf Digest. All of which proves that allowing women to become physicians may destroy medicine as we know it. Check out http://www.conventionalmedicinewatch.com/001626.html.
It's true, bunnies do have germs on them. However, the staph infection I brought home from the hospital came from the backhoe the thoracic surgeon used to operate on me, not a rabbit.
Shotgun and Ting
Shotgun is a large young female cat, Martha's replacement as kitten maker. Martha is over twelve years old and has not successfully raised a kitten for several years. She is a tiny, apartment-sized, cat, quiet, calm, and undemanding. Shotgun is Holstein-sized, demanding, and ostentatious.
Ting is an aging Polish Crested hen, known for her total lack of integrity, bad disposition, and screwy ideas. Ting used to be half of Ting and Ling, The Somerset Twins, a pair of unrelated Polish Crested chickens who claimed to be Broadway stars. Ling would set on eggs, although she usually moved around among several nests, setting on one for a few days, and then another for a few days. She was never successful in hatching a chick using this technique. Ting is too neurotic to be able consider motherhood. Ling disappeared late last summer; most of us feel that she wandered into one of the fairy kingdoms and is still nearby but not visible.
Ting has her own roost in the barn, away from all the other poultry. Ting expects some privacy, unlike common birds. Her roosting site, though not occupied by any other birds, is occasionally subject to invasion by a cat, Shotgun to be specific. Shotgun will often slip down to Ting's roost and sit down beside her.
Ting, of course, is offended by this invasion of her space, so she pecks the intruder. Shotgun considers any attention to be a just reward for her superior performance as a cat. That cat sits there and purrs while that stupid chicken pecks at it. And Bilbo Baggins thought he had seen some strange things . . ..
Hot news: Shotgun is in heat. Gestation for cats is 64 days.
Religion Under Attack: Quick, Rally the Faithful!
Now the Muslims are all bent out of shape because Islam has been insulted by some cartoonist in Denmark. We should be able to understand the problem, we have exactly the same one: a bunch of political wannabes, disguised in clerical garb, trying to rally the followers by screaming that their religion is under attack. Baloney. No serious Christian could believe Pat Robertson when he declares that “Merry Christmas” is under attack and no serious Muslim believes the Danish cartoons are an attack on Islam. What all this uproar proves is that there are very few people who are serious about their religion.
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