On Dec 15, 2018, Christopher A. Lee wrote
(in article<***@4ax.com>):
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Post by Christopher A. LeeLike I said... "fundiesplaining".
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teaching_grandmother_to_suck_eggs
Teaching grandmother to suck eggs is an English language saying
meaning that a person is giving advice to someone else about a subject
of which they are already familiar (and probably more so than the
first person).[1]
It's all too common in the stupids we get here.
I have no idea how well, or bad, my grandmothers sucked eggs, however I do
know that in my family it would have been “teaching grandma how to chop off
a chickens head.” She was really good at doing that. On the other hand I
never was good at it. Of course there was my “aunt” Mabel, now she could
have easily taught my grandmother how to shorten a chicken (she and her
husband weren’t actually relatives, they were neighbors of my mother,
fellow farmers on adjoining farms. Mom spent a lot of time with them and came
to think of them as aunt and uncle, my sister and I spent a number of summers
with them and loved the heck out of them.)
Back to the chickens. One day my sister and I were out in the yard and the
bantam rooster decided that we needed to get out of its area, so it chased
both of us up a tree. This was a MEAN bird, after this I never had a problem
with the idea that birds were dinosaurs. So aunt Mabel came out to see what
all the yelling was about. When she saw what was going on she started
laughing and tried to shoo the bird away from the tree...
at which point the stupid bird decided that she was his new target and chased
her up the tree. Shortly after uncle Jake came back to the house for lunch,
he had been out working elsewhere on the farm. Unlike aunt Mabel he was not
wearing a dress so his legs were pretty well protected and the rooster found
himself overruled on just whose yard it was.
Mabel was so mad when she got out of that tree that she told Jake to find
another rooster because THAT ONE was supper. And so it was. Quite tasty.
Mabel took him out like a mob hitman, gave him some tasty grain, waited until
it got close and grabbed it, turned to the nearby stump, picket up the axe,
and WHACK! It hardly saw it coming.
Jake made a trade with a neighbor for a young rooster and it was taught just
who was the boss, it must have learned its lesson as it was still there a
couple of years later and no one got chased up a tree.
--
Harry F. Leopold
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