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Wherez MB?

Home sick at the moment, no doubt with some offering given to me on Black Friday at the mall. Let’s just say that it involved a little sumptin-sumptin called hard chills on Monday night. Jolly. I’m off to the health care provider in awhile to see what’s happening. In the meanwhile, the cats are refusing to help make me soup or coffee and basically are just short of entitled about the extra warm-bed time. Grateful is not in feline vocabulary, really.

Because of this I missed the record high temperature experienced in this neck of the woods – 66F at Albany NY’s airport. I think between that and the internal temperature thing going on I had no need to reset the programmable thermostat off the low-low daytime away temp. I guess if I didn’t notice, it’s not a bad thing.

Finally, there must be a few of the “free-range” guinea hens still in existence. My neighbor has this notion about keeping free-range birds. He started with chickens: 20 or so Rhode Island Reds which lasted a summer. Now there’s a smaller flock of guinea hens. So far one has gone to a dog, and two apparently to cars. It seems guinea hens know less about traffic than chickens. Anyway, free-range around here is somewhere between suicidal and abuse. There are foxes, coyotes, free-ranging dogs and of course motorized vehicles that are willing to weed out the weak at every turn.

But this morning, I heard the call of the females and then the call of the lone male. Perhaps they’ll figure this out before it’s too late. Or not.