Last month, we completed round one of our mandatory anti-zombie training out at a local young filmmaker's farm. There's nothing like the feel of a beautifully balanced over-and-under Russian 12-gauge on a lovely late fall day and the smell of spent shells to make an old heifer feel empowered.
A serious post is on its way; in the meantime, via the Wege, it looks as if the training (and vetting of our young friends' zombie flick scripts) has improved our chances in the events of a zombie invasion. Living in Greater Minnesota and canning a lot of garden produce seem to help, too.
B.T.W., our young friends tell us that zombies hibernate in winter, but the spring thaw is a real headache.
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