Training Deer

In Winter, in Summer, and at anytime it is possible without getting
shot, we try to train the deer who have high enough communicative
intelligence, to beware of humans, especially the mans part, and so not
to just stand there and stare, and for Pete's Sake, stay out of the wide
open spaces, there's guys with high powered rifles and telescopic
sights up on their portable steel towers; so I talk to them and then
instruct the dog to chase them away. The dog stops short always a few
feet into the woods if I don't follow. Scared of Coyotes, and SHOULD
be.

Hickory comes through

Hickory was the last indoor cat remaining after Pooka returned to the
wild, and as of the last few nights he too is an outdoor cat, sticking
close to the house most of the day and sleeping under it somewhere, and
shitting outdoors which, really, every cat prefers, but he still comes
in to ask that lunch be brought out for him and the chicken:

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Pinhead Cop Corn and I Don't Care

Pinhead copped my corn and I don't care; Georgia's gone away>

dog house frog

Still life in motion

At Dogs Plot, when the wind blows the pears they do rock

Georgia reads Natural Bone Chapter Two original version

How Georgia Got her Woowoo

I suggest that you leave off reading and wastch the video when you
become at all intrigued and then return to this text if you care to. But
before you listen it helps to know that Georgia had run a string of
local newspapers, bringing out up to seventeen localized iditions each
week, supplying most of the content and getting advertising, and she
began to think that she would like to publish her own, one and only
newspaper and one day, as she has written, it occured to her how she
could do that. At first she was going to start a newspaper for Civil War
battle reenactors…she would interview the participants, and sell
advertising to thems and the local businesses where the fairs are held,
But, other than being a theatre person and an actor, she had no
particular interest in or connection with military historical
re-enactments and that idea went no where. But it happened that one
of the advanced skills that Georgia had picked up was advanced,
traditional Hindu medical palm reading.mentored in her by a medical
doctor from India, with an Indian medical degree, who was earning a
living sweeping back stage at Kent State, I think it was there, or maybe
Oswego, trying to earn a living while waiting for a license to practice
medicine in the US. He had the basic modern medical knowledge, but, in
the Hindu tradition, includes a complex system of palm reading which
differs from the cartoon carnival form, for one thing, in involving two
hands and tries to be not at all a matter of mind reading or future
telling. But it occured to her that she could go to Psychic fairs, sell
advertising to the readers and tellers and seers, read a few palms and,
most important, collect money owned when she was there. So much would
get lost in the mail, or being schedualeewd to go out pretty soon. And
that worked except that people started to want more from her than what
she wanted to do…a straight by the book deep reading, during which she
didn’t want to be reading the client’s facial expressions or other body
language, much less read their minds, or just tell them what it is
obvious they want to hear. She didn’t want to be dispensing any of that
woowo nonsense, she just wanted….as she told somebody in this story I
secretly recorded her telling last year. Sure, she occasionally had some
pretty strange experiences…such as seeing a Mrs. Daugherty walk past
her table at a fair the day after she died, and being visited by her
later, and other unwanted visitors whom she had not meant to summon,
which she had not the power to summon, and didn’t want to summon, and
most certainly did not want a reputation for being able to do so. As
you will gather from listening to her tell the story, people just can’t
keep secrets. Also, I no longer need to hold back Georgia’s Secret
Woowoo tapes: