Here in Makaha Valley, some of the neighbors are more colorful then others. I keep trying to coax these guys — oh, excuse me, the big one is a gal — home for dinner. O’Ceallaigh says they’re tough and I really won’t enjoy them.
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Maybe they can sense your ulterior motives.
beautiful picture,but I really don’t think you would enjou them at the dinner table 🙂 Might make a nice hat though…
de gustibus non est disputandum but i think they look prettier like this than they would at the table
Nessa — maybe not, since they walked right up the stairs to me.
Pauline — I went searching online and found an ancient recipe:
Take and flee off the skynne with the fedurs tayle and the nekke, and the hed thereon; then take the skyne with all the fedures, and lay hit on a table abrode; and strawe thereon grounden comyn; then take the pecokke, and roste him, and endore hym with raw yolks of egges; and when he is rosted take hym of, and let hym cool awhile, and take hym and sew hym in his skyn, and gilde his combe, and so serve hym forthe with the last cours.
XIVth – XVth Century
Polona – most likely you are right. And I doubt they’d meekly climb into the roaster anyway.
Quilly they don’t look like Sidney Poitier or Katherine Houghton,
with all the honesty i can muster and with a full heart i thank you for the comment you left to dr. John. if you only knew how it applies to my life and how reading your words made me feel tonight.
God Bless…and thank you for in being you once again, you have helped another..this time again me…
i hope i learn the lessons at hand..
i’m glad you are happy, very glad. much love and so many endless hugs.
Bill — no, but they were about as welcome. I’d just mopped!
Louisana — one day at a time. And we have to forgive ourselves for the choices we made before we can even begin to forgive others. I am happy, and everyday I thank God for this incredible blessing.
Just save me the feathers Quilly!
I think if we stew them, they’ll be more tender and juicy.
Thanks for the recipe LOL
They make wonderful watch dogs……..if you can stand their “scream”, I have a couple in Louisiana, and after I got used to them, I was glad to have them around because I am way out in the country. They sound like a woman screaming for help though… The male is so lovely when he spreads his tailfan.
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