SNAGLEY snagley SNAGLEY or (TRI SNAG)

I understand
Snagley, quit your blathering and talk about chickens.

I built the chicken coop out of untreated oak 4x4s.
The reason I did this is because I had an overabundance of untreated oak 4x4s and absolutely no treated 4x4s. After 4 years they rotted off at the ground.

When the coop actually fell in all the chickens escaped and began feasting on my turnip greens. I was at work and the kids rounded then all up and stuffed them into the northern annex until I can rebuild. No chickens were injured

I have salvaged 4 treated 4x4s from an errant rose trellis and plan to rebuild with them.

The hens are about to go through the molt, this is when they loose their summer feathers and gain winter feathers. They stop laying eggs completely at this time.

A little chicken trivia here for you non-agricultural city folk. Chickens do not urinate. Bet you did not know that.

In other news I have decided to run naked in the sweet dew of the morning until we are independent of foreign oil, have a safe cigarette, and find a cure for the common cold, or until I forget to get up early to do it. I will keep you updated.

In other news.

I have a serious question.Why don’t we offer a 1billion dollar award for the first car company to come up with an alternative energy vehicle that will hold 4 people to 70 miles per hour for at least 4 hours and cost less than $19,000.00. I think that would grab their attention.

The government spends that much per year on toilet seats, hammers and paper clips.

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I was built a compost bin Saturday. I built it out of wooden pallets. 4 tied together.
Then one layer of rotten hay followed by one layer of green plant material followed by another layer of rotten hay then followed by a layer of chicken poop (provided by resident chickens) followed by another layer of hay followed by a good soaking by the Snagley well pump.

The chicken coop fell in Friday. So I moved them all to the annex while I repair the coop. Saturday the boys and I disassembled the main coop and dug up some treated 4x4s that I was using for a rose trellises. I did not use treated timbers the first time around, as I did not have any treated timbers. And wood true to its nature rots in dirt water and chicken poop.

In other news,

The CPAP seems to be working.

I have some pepper sauce made out of some chili peppers from the garden. It is slightly hotter than the surface of the sun, very good on turnip greens. Which I might add are coming in quite well.

I am taking a class on reformed theology, quite interesting stuff, John Calvin, Martin Luther, Westminster Confession of Faith etc. These guys had a lot to say. Unfortunately they did not write it in, what I would term, the most captivating prose. Nonetheless, I am reading it and trying to absorb what I am reading.

I have a question I would like to ask you.
How much time did you spend as a child out side playing, and if you have kids how much time do they spend outside playing.
And do you discourage your kids from getting dirty

I spent almost all of my time outside summer and winter.
My kids do not spend as much time outside as I do but I would estimate on weekdays 4 to 5 yours and 5 to 7 on weekends.
I don’t care if they are dirty or not as long as they take an occasional shower


Snagely out

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Latest news update

I have not posted a lot lately.
My pleasure from posting has come from telling stories that are all flawlessly true from my youth.
But when I post these I get no comments and frankly they take a lot of energy to write.
I used to joke with Chuck back when he was around that I could post a picture an ingrown toenail and get tons of comments but pour my energies into a story and get Bubcus.
I have started telling about news from Lake Snagley, which gets mixed reviews at best.
I have tried ask Snagley posts and that works well some times.
So today I have decided to post news with a ask Snagley.

News.
Son 2 may have some sort of gift with animals. It’s getting sort of freaky
He has always carried chickens and cats and other assorted animals around the yard his entire life. He told me the other day he had been catching birds in the back yard.
I sort of took this with a grain of salt until I saw him do it.
He would walk up to the bird feeder at a profoundly slow pace then reach up and grab a bird. Then the bird would chirp loudly and sit there till he would release the bird.
Freaky.
Then yesterday I get home and he says watch this Dad. He walked up to the bird feeder at a normal pace put up his hand and the bird stepped onto his fingers as if he were a parakeet. He then walked around the yard carrying this bird. He would point his finger straight up and the bird would adjust to the new position without showing fear. But if I walked up the bird would fly off.
He has named the bird Lulu.

Ask Snagley

Ask me a question I will answer it honestly.
Snagley out.

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this was undoubtedly the greatest television show ever created, with the possible exception of The Misadventures of Sheriff Lobo.

Weary travlers i give you THE TICK

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i will be out next week.
doing two sessions of cub scout day camp per day.
will be cub scouting from 8am to 8pm for 5 days.

lots of chicken news to come.

snagley out

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I have been debating what if anything to post.

My wife just found out she has some blockages in the arteries in her heart.
She has been having chest pains for some time.
That is not particularly funny.

In other news.
As some of you know we home school our children. If you don’t like home schooling please go tell Ronald McDonald, I sure don’t want to hear it.
I got to go with them to the university of Alabama arboretum on a field trip. It was pretty cool. We got to pick through owl barf. My 5-year-old daughter found a rodent skull in her batch of owl vomit. That was also cool.

Ok there are these three strings that are walking down the street and decide to have a cool beer.
{Now I know most of you don’t think that strings can walk but please suspend your disbelief for my sake.}

They go into a bar and sit down. The bar tender never comes over to ask what they want. He even seems to be ignoring them.

The first string {I think his name is Lance} gets up and walks over to the bar tender and said I need three Guinness’s dark please in three clean glasses.

The Bartender turns around and says, “ We don’t serve strings here”

Well the first string is so shocked by this that he goes back and tells his other friends who are shocked and appalled.

Well the second string gets all bent up. He is bowed if you will. This bowed string goes up to the bartender and says. Hey bud we need some beers down here.

The bartender does not even look up he says, “We don’t server strings here” he spits into a glass and starts cleaning it with his shirttail.

Well the second string is so shocked by this he wets his string and rushes back to the table.

The third string gets really mad. He jumps up and ties a big knot in his self. He then unravels the top of his thread so that he looks even wilder. He rushes over to the bartender and says I want three beers and I want them now.

The bartender looks and says “aren’t you another of those strings”
The third string says, “No I am a frayed knot”

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