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For the past several weeks, Prairie residents have welcomed the spring migration of sandhill cranes on their way to northern wetlands in Canada, Alaska, and western Siberia. The large flocks wheel searching for thermals, then continue north. Their stuccato call truly marks the arrival of...

Global warming denial! So boring. Can't we post something for anti-vaxers, gravity deniers, creationists, new earthers, "them"haters, or hell-fire stokers? No, wait...

Alberta boy’s heartbreaking goodbye to dead goldfish goes viral | Globalnews.ca Oh, the humanity!

"Just accept the science, CM; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Farewell. My blessing season this in thee." -Polonius (Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 3L

No, many secularists subscribe to the precept, "Live and let the deniers marry their cousins."

Anti vaxers, creationists, young earthers, holocaust deniers, global-warming poopooers, industry apologists apparently don't need no reality upgrades.

Medieval potion kills antibiotic-resistant MRSA superbugs - Technology & Science - CBC News Anyone have extra oxgall you'd sell me? Flagellating with stinging nettle helps cure the rhumatiz, but oxgall may be easier on one's hide.

Yep, they've got to see her through. Apparently, David Copperfield did. He thought it was the dickens.

Wonder over yonder 'neath the caul of Western skies. Loved that song!

I wonder if aliens are learning to whittle on cattle? Don't they know driftwood is so less messy. But, go figure, they're aliens.

Of course, it was alive but sadly no longer. Its soul is watching over its brethern just beyond St. John's. No, I spit those out.

Peace and forgiveness, my brother, I've saved some sweetgrass. I will sweat out this calumny.

I consider the lobster a sacrificial offering. Its soul is liberated and our palate is cleansed.

And often our betters. Question to the fasters; Does eating lobster, greens sautéed in fresh butter, steamed baby red potatoes garnished with dill topped off with a good wine show more respect than a burger and beer?

Hard yes, but some say granite is harder.

Classic whittling at 21:20

Maybe not along the Ivory Coast. And, ever since coal-oil lamps disappeared, girls don't sit quietly in the evening embroidering doilies. Sad that. Back to whittling. When I was three, my grandfather gave me a hatchet. I would pick up old brick in the yard that had tumbled off the chimney...

In spring, we'd cut sheets of bark off the birches and with a few whittled gunwhales and thwarts we would make small canoes,. We'd sail them in the swift meltwater flowing in the ditches, through culverts, to the outskirts where the meadowlarks watched from fence posts. . We would play...

What do you do with the shavings? They'd be virtually everywhere,

Everyone had a jack knife. When we weren't making whistles from the willow branches along the river, we were whittling strips from sticks we would pick up in the vacant lots. It was great fun - high culture for us prairie boys. But, sadly, no one whittles anymore. Why? Maybe it's immigration...