Debra has an issue with ATV's crossing their property; and, sorry to say, but Hobbs is getting a little old to handle the groundhog problem. I bet if she buys one of these and fences it back there all that with the trespassers will stop; and Hobbs can enjoy a well deserved retirement from groundhog control.
We're talking a bargain price also - five hundred bucks.
I'm thinking one of them would nicely solve the problem of deer eating my lily buds. I have to talk to Linda about this. We've been thinking of getting a pet. May as well get one that can pull his weight.
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That's quite a kitty. I wonder how many cans of "Fancy Feast" it would take to fill him up. :)
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TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
There was something about "Tiger" that gnawed at me (excuse the pun).
In terms of being one of God's creations, I've decided that the tiger is no different than that of a volcano or a hurricane. They are neither good nor bad...they have no evil intentions...they are simply being what they are. Each is beautiful and yet frightening in its own way. We are awestruck by their power, and generally watch them from a safe distance; because we know that if we go too close, we do so at our own peril.
Then I began to think about the candidates for the Darwin Award who find themselves drawn to these things like a moth to a flame. I wonder if they're missing the gene that enables self-preservation to kick in...
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