The Abomination of Poultry Sacrifices

Saturday was occupied with more involvement on the two estate matters (I obtained a Death Certificate on the one, and traced and spoke to the Executor on the other), gardening, and work on jungle gym, as was today.

At least we gave ourselves a treat on Saturday evening, with a visit to the yacht club.  I had crumbed mushrooms and chips, and lots of beer. A good combination.

Wordle 334

No grain of truth in shady practices; nor sane;
Now January, the game with chicken taken
Should list, so all could figure and awaken
To gravity of superstition that’s in train!

This was a good opportunity to resume my habit of taking Wordle words in the order given, adding as few more as possible to make sense, and making the result rhyme and scan. It also provided a chance to hit at the despicable habit some religions/cults/sects/mentally-deficient-groups-generally have, of indulging in rituals involving living creatures being treated inhumanely, particularly during times of celebration.

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