tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post1917316404435452435..comments2024-03-28T11:37:28.765-05:00Comments on Leaves On My Tree: Where the Deer And The Jackalope PlayEmma Springfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-87301426765184694752016-08-05T15:40:07.937-05:002016-08-05T15:40:07.937-05:00I'm sure you realize that mounting them on wal...I'm sure you realize that mounting them on walls was simply a joke. I like your story of being on the wall and altered a wee bit. You have such a bright wit. I enjoyed the laugh.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-50413722676521490032016-08-05T12:59:23.053-05:002016-08-05T12:59:23.053-05:00"Some are mounted on walls!"
Maybe I..."Some are mounted on walls!"<br /><br />Maybe I'm just being dense, but I don't think that makes them look any better, but what really worries me is that if you can make a fool out of a dead jackrabbit, why can't you make a fool out of a dead man? I can just see Peggy cutting off my head (after I'm dead, of course--she's not any meaner than your average woman) gluing donkey ears to my skull, putting extra large donkey teeth in my mouth, and mounting me over the fireplace. All of her women friends would no doubt laugh until they passed out. Later--when were awake again--they would decorate me for Christmas by putting a necktie with nude Santas all over it around my neck and hanging a red and a green ball from my nose. Of course, my cats would no doubt miss me, so I can at least take comfort in that, but then again, they might just use my face for a scratching post.Snowbrushhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00436087215476479042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-23764292740989370642016-08-03T15:10:35.331-05:002016-08-03T15:10:35.331-05:00The best thing is that because they are such mimic...The best thing is that because they are such mimics they can hoot. As well as any other sound they wish to make.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-50515026871153345982016-08-03T15:09:31.940-05:002016-08-03T15:09:31.940-05:00Hamish, Mia, Saffy, Bonnie, and the variety of chi...Hamish, Mia, Saffy, Bonnie, and the variety of chickens whose names I cannot remember make quite a menagerie for you. Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-33743787151412315322016-08-03T06:01:05.531-05:002016-08-03T06:01:05.531-05:00What a fun story. I'd love to go to Jackalope ...What a fun story. I'd love to go to Jackalope day. I bet the mascots are a hoot.<br />RRick Watsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01005727239466916086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-41712977487906160932016-08-03T04:31:03.886-05:002016-08-03T04:31:03.886-05:00I found one once. A male called Hamish. :)I found one once. A male called Hamish. :)john bainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15624118202659480062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-15934122310308280982016-08-02T14:02:09.105-05:002016-08-02T14:02:09.105-05:00You are welcome to it. I will go take a look.You are welcome to it. I will go take a look.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-35948757461640390702016-08-02T14:01:15.538-05:002016-08-02T14:01:15.538-05:00Some are mounted on walls!Some are mounted on walls!Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-80867858653695755232016-08-02T14:00:37.440-05:002016-08-02T14:00:37.440-05:00Snowbrush, when I first read John's comment th...Snowbrush, when I first read John's comment the first thought that I had was the same as yours.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-61887435447066127102016-08-02T13:58:30.500-05:002016-08-02T13:58:30.500-05:00John, I have heard of Haggis but did not know what...John, I have heard of Haggis but did not know what they were called. Did you find any?Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-91270622247132878342016-08-02T13:57:30.781-05:002016-08-02T13:57:30.781-05:00I am glad you enjoyed it. If you are ever fortunat...I am glad you enjoyed it. If you are ever fortunate enough to see one I hope you will let us know.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-37862308726052086122016-08-02T12:11:40.355-05:002016-08-02T12:11:40.355-05:00Silly me, I thought haggis was stuffed guts. They ...Silly me, I thought haggis was stuffed guts. They must be easy to hunt since you know before you set out which way they’re headed.Snowbrushhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00436087215476479042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-69903398176537055172016-08-02T12:08:03.332-05:002016-08-02T12:08:03.332-05:00I just shamelessly stole part of your post and put...I just shamelessly stole part of your post and put it on this blog: http://rhymeswithplague.blogspot.com/2016/08/lijf-goes-on-dai-after-dai.htmlSnowbrushhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00436087215476479042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-62395348820783359922016-08-02T12:01:32.892-05:002016-08-02T12:01:32.892-05:00If they just didn't stuff them and set them on...If they just didn't stuff them and set them on desks!Snowbrushhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00436087215476479042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-53309686141064836092016-08-02T08:35:23.156-05:002016-08-02T08:35:23.156-05:00Hmmm. Yes, I remember hunting Haggis in the highla...Hmmm. Yes, I remember hunting Haggis in the highlands of Scotland. Haggis have shorter legs on one side so they can run around mountains without falling over.john bainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15624118202659480062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-6101987841424162522016-08-02T06:39:08.495-05:002016-08-02T06:39:08.495-05:00I have heard of the jackalope but have never seen ...I have heard of the jackalope but have never seen one. Such a rare creature, to be sure. Like gnomes or leprechauns I imagine. Great post!Marie Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.com