#Poultry Netting

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Elevate Your Landscape: Beautiful Garden Fencing Designs

Beyond Borders: Elevating Your Outdoor Space with Garden Fencing

When it comes to transforming your outdoor space into a sanctuary of serenity, the significance of Garden fencing cannot be overstated. Picture this: lush greenery, vibrant blooms, and the gentle rustle of leaves dancing in the breeze, all enclosed within the confines of carefully chosen garden fencing. It's not just about delineating boundaries; it's about elevating your outdoor experience to new heights, transcending borders both physical and metaphorical.

Unveiling the Artistry of Garden Fencing

Garden fencing is not merely a utilitarian addition to your outdoor space; it's an expression of your style, personality, and vision for your garden oasis. From traditional picket fences exuding rustic charm to sleek and modern designs that seamlessly integrate with contemporary landscapes, the options are as diverse as the flora they protect. Imagine a quaint cottage garden enveloped by whimsical white picket fencing or a minimalist courtyard adorned with sleek metal panels. The possibilities are as boundless as your imagination.

Garden fencing serves as a canvas upon which you can unleash your creativity. Incorporate decorative elements such as arbors, trellises, or lattice panels to add depth and visual interest to your outdoor haven. Intertwine fragrant vines like jasmine or honeysuckle to infuse your space with intoxicating scents and evoke a sense of enchantment. With garden fencing, your outdoor sanctuary becomes a living work of art, evolving and blooming with each passing season.

Enhancing Functionality with Garden Fencing

Beyond its aesthetic appeal, garden fencing also serves practical purposes that enhance the functionality of your outdoor space. Whether you're safeguarding delicate flower beds from curious critters or delineating separate zones within your garden for dining, lounging, and play, garden fencing offers versatile solutions to meet your needs.

For those with green thumbs, garden fencing provides a framework for vertical gardening, allowing you to maximize limited space and cultivate a thriving oasis in even the most compact environments. Train climbing plants such as roses or ivy to ascend trellises or mesh panels, adding vertical dimension and visual intrigue to your garden paradise.

Embracing Versatility: From Garden Fencing to Poultry Netting

But the utility of garden fencing extends beyond the realm of horticulture. Consider, for instance, the application of poultry netting—a specialized form of fencing designed to protect poultry and other small animals from predators. While originally intended for agricultural purposes, poultry netting has found its place in urban and suburban settings alike, serving as a versatile solution for safeguarding gardens, coops, and outdoor enclosures.

With its fine mesh construction and durable materials, poultry netting provides an effective barrier against unwanted intruders without compromising visibility or airflow. Whether you're raising chickens, rabbits, or exotic birds, poultry netting offers peace of mind knowing that your feathered friends are safe and secure within their designated habitat.

Incorporate Poultry Netting into your garden fencing design to create a seamless transition between functional and decorative elements. By integrating poultry netting discreetly into your landscape, you can enjoy the benefits of both worlds—protection and aesthetics—without sacrificing style or sophistication.

Conclusion: A Tapestry of Tranquility

In the tapestry of outdoor living, garden fencing serves as the thread that weaves together beauty, functionality, and harmony. From delineating boundaries to enhancing privacy and security, garden fencing elevates your outdoor space beyond mere aesthetics, creating a sanctuary where nature and design coalesce in perfect harmony. Whether you're cultivating a lush oasis teeming with floral abundance or nurturing a thriving ecosystem of feathered companions, the possibilities are as limitless as the horizon.

So, dare to dream beyond borders. Embrace the transformative power of garden fencing and unlock the true potential of your outdoor haven. Let your imagination take flight, and watch as your garden paradise blossoms into a masterpiece of tranquility and allure. After all, when it comes to creating a sanctuary of serenity, the sky's the limit with garden fencing as your guide.

[boycritter]

posts about food recalls are obviously very good and helpful but. as someone with ocd and food problems they kind of suck so bad

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[cutepalefeelings]

Perfect Turkey Breast Roast in the Air Fryer - Meat and Poultry This turkey breast roast comes out perfectly juicy, flavorful, and tender thanks to overnight brining and air frying. For Thanksgiving, give it a try!

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Tumblr in the 60s – Part 2

Part 1 / Deleted Scenes

💁🏼‍♀️brigittebardots Follow

anyone want to get fake married so i can get the pill to slut around

💋 marrymetwiggy Follow

Just say you have painful monthlies, I heard it works if you have a nice doctor!

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Remember you still should use the sheet whenever possible. Stay safe ♡

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i think there's something wrong with me, i'm just so sleepy all the time, it's not fair

👭 marvelettesofficial Follow

That's because you spend all your nights listening to radio luxembourg

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i heard nothing last night so i built an antenna out of poultry net, iron wire and bits of tin. i cut my fingers and our family chickens ran away

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A small price to pay for some music.

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the antenna fell apart before the german guy stopped talking

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🗣 ilovejohnlennon-deactivated19660729

me: chilling

my brain: if you were shot and weren't sure whether you'd live or die should you call the cops to make sure your murderer gets caught or call the ambulance to increase your chance of survival

me: what

🗣 elviskneesofficial-deactivated19631119

There should be a number that'd reach both of those

🕺 elvisherselvis Follow

That number already exists. It's been used in my city for like a two decades.

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🕺 elvisherselvis Follow

Fuck you I'm British.

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Oh my G, this post from -62 sounds so prophetic now that they're trying to make the 911 thing catch on, where's that jagger meme

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🕺 elvisherselvis Follow

This is literally not gift of prophecy. I told you back when this post was first made that this number has already existed in UK for years. It was obviously going to spread elsewhere, even US was bound to catch on at some point.

🏆 petebest-or-bust Follow

you are still here?? keeping an eye on this post??

💋 marrymetwiggy Follow

you're so grumpy @elvisherselvis maybe you should phone the emergency number and get a wahhh-mbulance

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my date: Oh I listen to folk as well!

me: That's so cool! Who are your favourites?

my date: I'm sooo into Bob Dylan.

me:

my date: Is everything okay?

me, stuffing jelly babies into my purse: I have to go, like, right now, immediately, sorry

#it's okay if you liked dylan before he became the judas he is #but you can't call yourself a folk fan if you still support him #ugghh i hate him #electric guitar using lil bitch #sigh #jelly baby meme #bob dylan critical // #anti bob dylan // #bob dylan hate //

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Cock and balls, I'm watching this previously banned american film where an american man is trying to fuck a soviet spy (played by famously very russian Greta Garbo) by offering her champagne and he is like "have you never had champagne?" and Greta is like "never 🥺 only goat's milk and a ration of vodka in the army" and the tv screen freezed and was like "ERROR!! CHAMPAGNE HAS BEEN SERVED IN SOVIET UNION SINCE 1936" I'm 😂😂😂

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You Americans will say anything to make Soviet stuff look silly

🛸 premisendgame Follow

Where do you think I am watching soviet tv from?? Or did I miss the memo where americans have the monopoly on joking about their own damn country??

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"In future there will be telephones you can take with you anywhere" I can't even fucking listen to Radio Luxembourg without building a goddamn satellite, sending it to space, reciting spells and prayers, and sticking the radio out of the window at 2am EET. And even then it needs to be snowing for it to work because the radio wave fairies like snow or some shit

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preach

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Eggcellent Volley (Vargas x GN!Reader)

Content Warning: Characters eating raw eggs (Do NOT do this), vomiting mentioned

Note: Reader is an adult NRC staff member

“Everyone come up and draw a straw.” Vargas’s order boomed with the power of his loud voice. You were sure even non-beastman could hear him from the other side of the beach. “Long straws are the left team, short straws are the right.” 

You watch the group of students present form a haphazard line in front of the bulky man, each hoping they’d be paired up with one student or another. Some silently celebrated with their result, while others were sorely disappointed. Both emotions only grew as each team was slowly formed; by the time the last straw was pulled, they were quite the opposition. Jack Howl, Deuce Spade, Leona Kingscholar (who convinced him to play?), and Kalim Al-Asim were some of those among the right team. Among the left were Rook Hunt, Ace Trappola, Sebek Zigvolt (from what you heard, he agreed to play because Leona insulted Malleus’s honor), and Floyd Leech. Indeed, quite the lineup. Hopefully they could all learn to get along for the sake of the game. 

“Now that you have your teams, I will give you all a few minutes to discuss positions and strategies,” said Vargas. “Remember, sport is about teamwork - you can’t win on your own. Count the strengths and weaknesses among yourselves; collaborate on how to use those talents to balance out the faults.” 

With a wave of his hand, Vargas gave the students the lead to begin their planning. You could already hear arguments begin to start up on who should be team captain - who called the shots. While Leona already took up the lead of his team, mutiny was viable to happen on the left team. Not everyone was too keen for Rook to be captain, despite his status and experience as a third year. Just a minute into the debate and Floyd looked ready to back out. That was to be expected, really. You were making bets with yourself on how long it would take either to fall apart. 

Your gaze focused on Vargas, who was now a few paces away from where you sat on the sand. He sipped from his bulky water bottle, a few droplets dripping down his chin. His Adam's apple bobbed with each swallow, the veins of his neck prominent against his skin. He let out a relieved exhale as he gulped down the last sip, right as he set the water bottle and picked up another. It was slimmer than the other, with a circular opening on the lid instead of a straw. You cringed as he began to gulp down the contents within. You knew what was in there, and you gagged at the very thought of just a drop going into your mouth. 

“How can you stand that?” you asked, clear disgust across your face. 

“Mmn?” Vargas hummed in question. He held up the thermos and shook it slightly. “This?” 

“Aren’t you afraid to contract salmonella or something?” 

“I always buy pasteurized eggs.” 

“Still,” you protested, “they’re raw, Vargas. I know you’re big on building muscle, but…c’mon, there’s better ways. Much more tasty, too.” 

Vargas shrugged as he gulped up yet another ounce of the liquid poultry. “I’ve never minded the taste. They’ve never made me sick, either. And besides,” he flexed those bulbous biceps of his with a grin, “it’s working, isn’t it?” 

Sometimes I’m afraid you’ll pop like a balloon - was what you wanted to say, but decided against it. “I’m just afraid that, one day, you’re going to run out mid-class because you’ve suddenly contracted the shits.” 

“Ah ah ah, [Name],” Vargas tutted with a tease. “Watch that language. You don’t want to be a bad influence on the students.” 

Yes, the students, which a third of cussed up a storm on the regular. Even so, Vargas - for once - had a point. You didn’t give him the credit though. With a roll of your eye, you tore your gaze away from the bottle of nastiness and drank a bit of your water. 

“Alright, are we all set?” Vargas asked as he walked back to the two dysfunctional teams. The volleyball net was like a flimsy fence that might keep them from tearing each other apart…might. When the youngsters let out a collective “yes, sir” in response, Vargas then instructed, “Team captains, step forward!” 

Leona and Rook were now at the head of their respective groups. Ah, so Rook did manage to win out. You spied Floyd close behind him, glaring daggers into the back of his head. Rook seemed amused by the knowledge. Sebek, on the other hand, glowered at Leona on the other side of the makeshift field. You hoped he wouldn’t sabotage the whole game by trying to show the prince up. 

“Being captain’s a big responsibility,” Vargas began to explain. “Your team’s gonna follow your lead - every decision is crucial. You gotta make sure everyone is-” 

“With all due respect, sir,” Leona interjected. There was little actual respect in his tone, however, not with that arrogant grin stretched across his lips. “We’ve all heard this before. Spelldrive, basketball, dodgeball - the same ol’ same ol’, y��know? Have a little confidence in us, yeah?” 

Vargas spared Leona a prolonged glance before he looked over at Rook. “What about you, Hunt? You know the rules? The responsibility?” 

“Oui, professeur,” Rook replied with a smile and cheerful nod of his head. “I swear to guide my petits agneaux with the utmost care.” 

 You scarcely heard Ace whisper to Floyd, “Did he just call us lambs?” 

Yes, he did - little lambs, to be exact. From what you knew of the young man’s language, anyway. You had the faintest idea how Ace understood him, however. Did he study more than you thought, or was it just from exposure to his classmate? Either way, the Leech twin just gave a shrug of his shoulders. “I dunno. Seagull talks funny.” 

“Alright then!” Vargas spoke with a clap of his hands, grin spread wide across his face again. “Looks like we’re ready to play.” He dug his hand into the pocket of his cargo shorts and pulled out a coin. He turned to Leona and gave him a choice: Heads or tails? 

“Heads,” Leona chose.

“Oo la la!” Rook practically swooned. “I get to be the tail? Marvellieux!” He eyed Leona with a smile that could almost be called eerie. “To be at one’s tail allows the predator to sneak up on its prey all the better.” 

You glimpsed Leona mouth “fuckin’ creep” as he scowled and shifted his gaze away from the blond. Apparently he was not the only one who had a problem with the statement. “Rook Hunt, as the vice housewarden of Pomefiore, that is a highly inappropriate way to speak to your superior.” Sebek’s back was as straight as a soldier's, as always, his arms crossed over his chest. Rook peeked over his shoulder to get a better look at the half-fae as he continued. “Such manners are unfit for a captain. I must insist that you-” 

“Seeebeek,” cooed a voice a few feet to your left. You looked to see Lilia situated on a large towel under an even larger umbrella. Malleus sat beside him, while Silver - the poor boy - was once again fast asleep on the ground. Lilia slipped his bat-shaped shades down the bridge of his nose to get a better look at the green haired youngling. “Be nice now~” 

A quiet rustle of laughter surrounded the young man in an instant. You watched as his pale skin tinted pink, from his cheeks to his ears, in embarrassment. His expression fell, eyebrows and mouth downturned as he sheepishly lowered his head. “Yes, Master Lilia,” he mumbled, just loud enough for his own superior to hear.

Before the first year could be teased any further, especially by the redhead that grinned mischievously at him, Vargas called out again. “Tails it is!” He reeled around to face you and pointed to the volleyball sat next to you. “Toss me that, [Mr./Ms./Mx. Last Name].” 

You nodded with a smile and took the ball in your hands. From where you sat on the sand, you threw the ball in his direction. He caught it, but not before it lightly collided with his abdomen. You made out the hushest of grunts rumble in his chest at the impact; for a moment, you were afraid you threw too hard and hurt him. That worry was quickly washed away as he shot you a smile and mouthed “nice form!” You breathed a small chuckle and raised your hand in thanks for the praise. 

Vargas turned on his heel back around to face Rook. “Looks like you’re serving first, Hunt.” He tossed Rook the ball, which he caught in quick succession. “Everyone, get into your assigned positions.” Students shuffled this way and that - some stopped towards the front of the neck, others went to stand at the very back of their team’s side of the large square Vargas drew in the sand. Leona and Rook were at the head of each group; Rook held the ball between his fingertips, while Leona made ready to spike it the moment it reached him. With all of them looking so determined and ready to play, you could have mistaken them for a professional team. 

“Ready?” The students nodded their heads. “Set.” Vargas held up his whistle. After a few seconds of tense silence, the sound of the waves beyond were broken by the shrill sound of Vargas’s whistle. As Rook tossed the volleyball into the air, so began the spectacle of your afternoon. 

***

“Who’s winning?” asked a voice from behind you. You glanced to the side just in time to see Sam make himself comfortable beside you, a little cooler placed against his knee.

“So far? It’s a tie,” you responded. “Everyone’s been getting along, surprisingly.” 

Sam pursed his lips in a single low whistle in astonishment. “That’s a rarity. You think the little imps would have pounced on each other by now,” Sam gestured to Floyd, “especially that tall one over there.” 

Thankfully, Floyd had been quite entertained with the game, so much so he got along with his teammates for the most part. Must be all of that teamwork practice he’s had on the basketball team. The same went for Ace. Sebek wasn’t much to worry about as long as he kept his opinions to himself, and Rook was, well…he could be a good leader when he wanted to be. As for the other side of the net, though Leona was strict, it was for the team’s benefit. Deuce and Jack followed his orders to the letter, as did Kalim, even though the white-haired lad got distracted every now and again. Combined with the other students present, it was a pretty good game. 

A soda appeared in your line of vision. You eyed Sam suspiciously as he offered it to you - he simply smiled at you. “On the house,” he said. “The least I could do for a favorite customer.” 

You returned his smile and accepted the drink. “Thank you. Water does get kind of tiring after a while.” 

Vargas took his attention off the game for a minute to look down at the two of you. “Those are bad for you, y’know that. Nothing but sugar and unnecessary calories, not to mention bloating.” 

“Like you haven’t partaken in sugary drinks before,” you quipped back. “Who was the one who ordered a strawberry daiquiri when we went to that bar Saturday night?” 

“It was a one time thing,” Vargas grumbled to himself. 

“Sure,” you chuckled, not believing a word. As you cracked open your can, you added, “I almost expected you to order a drink with egg whites.” 

“I think he was saving up for later,” Sam snickered as he glanced down at Vargas’s now half empty thermos of liquidated eggs. “I tried a raw egg once, y’know. I don’t see how you-” 

In seconds, the volleyball hurtled towards you. You gasped and shut your eyes tight, arms coming up to try and protect your face. You heard the ball make contact - yet you didn’t feel a thing. When your eyelids fluttered back open, in front of you was Vargas. He’d lept off his place on the sand to protect you. He used his chest as an obstacle to make sure you didn’t get hurt. You supposed it was his gut instincts. One would develop them in their years as a teacher and an athlete. 

“Watch it!” he barked out as he stood. He scanned the crowd of students as he tucked the ball under his arm. “Who did that?” 

It wasn’t too hard to figure out. Kalim immediately ran over, expression between horror, concern, and humiliation. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to spike it that hard! I didn’t think it’d go in that direction.” He peeked around Vargas’s broad form to look at you. “Are you okay, [Mr./Ms./Mx. Last Name]?” 

Despite the adrenaline that coursed through your veins, you forced a smile to reassure the boy. “I’m alright, thank you. Just be more careful next time, okay?” 

Kalim nodded his head, earrings jingling along. Vargas, however, wasn’t done with the boy. “It’s those lanky arms that have got you so uncoordinated. Your muscles do a lot of work in directing the ball; they can help control its speed and velocity, too.” Vargas’s other hand was now placed on his hip. “When we get back to the college, I’m going to organize a special training regimen for you, Al-Asim.” 

Vargas’s grin was between helpful and threatening, at least to you. “We’ll bulk you up yet, kid.” 

While a student would usually balk at the thought (a certain Octavinelle second year came to mind), Kalim took the challenge head on. Though you could spy the exasperated glint in his eye at the very notion, he gave a firm nod. “I’ll do my best, coach!” 

Before Kalim could turn around and go back to his team, Vargas stopped him. “Wait, I’ve got an idea.” He whirled around and stooped down to where his things were sprawled out on the sand. His hand grasped the thermos of liquid egg…oh dear. “Have a drink of this,” he offered as he held out the bottle for Kalim to take. “There won’t be any immediate results, but it’s a start. I’ll say it once and I’ll say it again: Eat four dozen raw eggs a day, and you’ll get as strong as me!” 

You could spy the looks of disgust and pity that danced across the faces of Kalim’s peers behind him. Ace made a gag motion with his finger, Leona rolled his eyes, Floyd stuck out his tongue - even Sebek grimaced. In stark contrast, Kalim beamed brighter than the sun in the sky. “Thank you, sir!” He graciously took the thermos in his hands. “Do I drink the whole thing?” 

“Go right ahead!” Vargas looked thoroughly pleased by the boy’s eagerness. You and Sam, on the other hand, pitied the oblivious kid. “Just don’t choke,” Vargas laughed, “they’re slimy.” 

Without another word, Kalim popped open the cap on the lid and knocked back the yellow slime. While there were a few who cheered Kalim, the rest of the students made various noises of disgust and disbelief. The Al-Asim heir appeared to not like the taste, but he chugged it down like a champ. When he finished, he let out a loud gasp, a string of saliva dripping down his chin. He coughed once, twice - Vargas slapped him on the back to help him out. Not the best aid, you thought. 

“Good lad!” he praised. “Now, get back out there and show me what you’re made of! Just try not to hit anyone this time.” 

“Y-Yes sir!” Kalim’s enthusiasm was stuttered by a suppressed burp. There was a slight shake to his step as he jogged back over to his teammates. They all looked at him as though he were mad. Deuce laid a hand on his shoulder as he came to his side; the words you couldn’t discern were likely to ask if he was okay, maybe why he’d do something so brash. 

“If he gets sick later, I’m pointing right at you,” you said as Vargas sat back down. 

“He’ll be fine!” Vargas assured, tossing the empty thermos beside him. “Kid’s got guts - a strong stomach, too, from what I’ve heard. Just you watch: In a few months time, me and him will be chugging eggs like there’s no tomorrow!” 

You highly doubted that. You pitied the boy later that night when he upchucked Vargas’s ‘gracious’ gift.

[shifa-ameen]

A Saudi Man donated “$16 Billion” In Charity and kicked himself out of the billionaires club.

In the Muslim world, the Arabs are considered the richest. They spent a lot of amount on buying cars, gold, and ships, investing in the business, and purchasing big market shares. The lavish lifestyle had put the attention of the media towards them.

Yet Sulaiman bin Abdul Aziz Al Rajhi revealed in an interview that he’s no stranger to poverty, having been penniless on two separate occasions in his life.

Sulaiman Al Rajhi started working when he was nine as a porter, carrying shopping luggage for shoppers at Riyadh’s Al Khadra market. At 12, he started collecting palm dates for a job that paid him no more than six Saudi Riyals per month. He used to sleep on gravel at the same workplace wearing the same outfit he wears during his hard work.

He appreciates his wealth and knows others will benefit too. ‘In the past, I never gave money to my children when they were young in return for nothing. When one of them approached me to give them cash, I asked them to do some work in exchange for it,’ he said.

In 1957, Sulaiman bin Abdul Aziz Al Rajhi cofounded Al Rajhi Bank with his three brothers. It grew into one of the world’s largest Islamic banks and earned Al Rajhi a 10-digit net worth.

The Rajhi family is considered to be Saudi Arabia’s wealthiest non-royals and one of the world’s leading philanthropists, whose wealth was built from scratch.

As part of his philanthropy, he established the Sulaiman Al Rajhi University, a non-profit university that focuses mainly on health and Islamic banking.

In 2012, Rajhi received the King Faisal International Prize for dedicating half his fortune to charity as well as starting an Islamic bank that supports charity work and implements effective national projects.

Apart from that, Rajhi has dedicated his bank shares (worth $3.7 billion, according to Forbes Middle East), his poultry farm, and other assets to a charitable endowment that funds anti-hunger efforts and education in the kingdom.

This Saudi businessman has just taken Snap Chat to a whole new level by revealing the extent of his charity efforts through the social media platform, Sheikh Suleiman al-Rajhi got thousands to tune into the Snap Chat interview, conducted by social media star Mansour al-Reqeiba.

$16 billion (60 billion riyals) is the amount of money he has donated throughout his lifetime, he said – an amount that is considered one of the largest endowments made in the Islamic world and which has yet to be matched.

He has given away two-thirds of his entire wealth to charity in the form of waqf –an Islamic endowment- and the remaining one-third to his family.

The 95-year-old is the founder of Sulaiman Bin Abdul Aziz Rajhi Charitable Foundation, which supports educational, religious, health, and social causes. The foundation has donated to the Arab Institute for Arabic Language, National Guard Health Affairs, and the Sheikh Sulaiman bin Abdul Aziz Al Rajhi Mosque in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.

Now let me tell you what Waqf is. “Waqf,” refers to the donation of valuable goods including money, buildings, land, or other assets to the public – with no intention of reclaiming them back.

The donated assets are no longer owned by anybody and cannot be bought or sold, nor can they be used for generating profit.

[4n0m7m0vs]

wieiad 25.11.24

breakfast: /

lunch: 2 rolls with tuna (406)

total: 751cal

dinner: 110g poultry sausage (264), 1 apple (81)

burnt: 312cal (slow jogging 50min.)

net: 439cal

[lostlegendaerie]

Backyard Chickens: A Master Post

So you want your own little dinosaurs to eat your table scraps and make breakfast for you in the sunny months. Well! I am here to provide a quick starter to getting your own flock set up - and yes, for urban chickens as well.

Things to consider:

What can you have? Local laws usually dictate how many chickens can be kept per household/acre. Laws can vary by state and city. Look this up first. You can usually keep more bantams (miniature chickens) than their full-size cousins, and with chickens being so social I do recommend bantams for urban/suburban yards.

What weather will they be exposed to? Indoor chickens can generate a lot of dust, but small outdoor coops can be difficult to heat safely. Dual purpose breeds are usually more cold-hardy than layer varieties, and everybody likes fresh water and shade in the heat. Frozen water bottles left outside to thaw can keep birds cool, too.

What will eat them? I have had little losses to foxes, personally, and more to neighborhood dogs. Raccoons are nearly everywhere in North America and will tear open fences to eat your babies. (I would know. I've had to deal with the aftermath.) Rabbit hutches are a good starter for bantams, but a good coop made of wood and a yard made of hardware cloth or dog fence panels (and with netting on top for hawks/owls) will keep out most things. Weasels/mink will fit through gaps bigger than an inch, so be careful of that, too.

What do they need? Chickens love to scratch and forage (and some can fly short distances and modest heights) so if you're letting them on the lawn be prepared for them to eat it - no pesticides on that turf! At night, they prefer to sleep on perches/something with a bit of height to it and do best locked in their coop where other critters can't eat them. A place to nest and lay their eggs in their coop (otherwise they will find their own little secret place, God help you find it) and a place to dust-bathe (like chinchillas) to help keep mites and lice out of their feathers. They'll also need some grit and calcium - crushed oyster shell (or their own eggshells) will help.

Where can I get them? Many farm and feed stores like Tractor Supply Company will sell baby chicks during the spring, but if you're looking for specific bantams or unusual breeds I recommend checking out your State Fair or a Poultry Association show [American version located here] and check it out. They're free admission, generally, and almost every show has people who bring birds to sell. While the demographics tend to slant pretty "red" I have seen plenty of blue hair and pronouns at poultry shows. Facebook can also be a great resource.

How do I get everyone to get along? Chickens are notoriously territorial, with a vicious pecking order that make Mean Girls a documentary. Chickens who are raised from chicks together will get along best, but if you need to add more I would introduce two or more at a time (so the newbies have a friend) and put them in a nearby yard/cage for a few days until everyone has worked out their opinions through the bars of a cage. Some breeds are sweeter than others (buff orpington) and some are.... spicy (Plymouth rocks).

Saro's Personal Breed Recommendations

Dual Purpose (cold weather) - Black Australorps , Buff Orpington, New Hampshire Reds are all generally pretty good natured and calm. The platonic ideal of a chicken.

Layer breeds (warm weather) - Leghorns are the go-to, but I have a soft spot for Hamburg as well. And of course, who wouldn't love a chicken who lays dark brown (Marans) or green/blue (Ameraucauna) eggs?

Bantams - D'Anvers with their little beards are my all time favorite and have the biggest personalities in my experience, but Old English Game (even more zippity) and Black Sumatras (all black, even down to the skin, and shockingly calm in hand) are high on the list as well. And everyone loves the fluffy-faced Silkie or feather footed Cochin.

Hopefully this is enough to get you started! Feel free to send me questions or add on with a couple of your own tips (especially non-US people and those with indoor chickens). I've been raising them for eggs, pets, and for show since 2005, but I am always eager to learn.

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Any advise/knowledge on how to catch escaped rabbits?(alive preferably)

Get yourself one of these. Bait it with greens and carrots. It'll work. Might hafta deal with other critters getting in it though.

If you can't find one of these anywhere you can make an impromtu trap yourself. Get two 0.5m length of wood and two 1m length of wood, screw them together to make a rectangle, then cover it with poultry netting, domed so there's space for the rabbit to stand, and screw the netting in so it won't come loose. I recommend heavy-duty netting that the rabbit won't chew through. On one end of the trap you're gonna tie a carrot (or the core of a capsicum) to a piece of twine. Run the twine through the top and then down. You're gonna tie the other end of the twine to a stick, and you're gonna use that stick to prop up the other end of the trap. When the rabbit pulls the veg to eat it, it's gonna pull on the twine and yank the stick out, dropping the trap on the rabbit.

Behold, an excellent artist rendition of what I mean.

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Hilarious Football Facts You Probably Didn't Know!

Football, the beautiful game, is full of intense moments, incredible skill, and... a lot of funny facts! Here are some of the quirkiest and most amusing facts from the world of football that will make you chuckle:

The Longest Goal Ever Scored: In 2013, Stoke City goalkeeper Asmir Begović scored a goal just 13 seconds into a match against Southampton. The ball traveled an astonishing 91.9 meters (100.5 yards). Talk about putting your foot in it!

The Strange Case of the Expanding Pitch: The home pitch of Sheffield United, Bramall Lane, had a bizarre tradition. During halftime, the pitch used to be widened! This was possible because Bramall Lane was originally a cricket ground, and the boundary ropes would be pulled back for the second half.

When a Referee Scored a Goal: In 2001, a referee named Jose Maria Garcia-Aranda awarded himself a goal during a match between Deportivo La Coruña and Real Madrid. The ball ricocheted off him and into the net. Thankfully, the goal didn't stand!

The Dog Who Stopped a Match: In 1962, a stray dog ran onto the pitch during a World Cup match between Brazil and England. Despite several attempts to catch it, it was Jimmy Greaves who finally succeeded. As a thank-you, the dog promptly peed on him.

Red Card for... Farting: In 2009, a Swedish footballer was sent off for farting. Yes, you read that right. The referee considered it unsportsmanlike behavior and showed him a second yellow card. The player later clarified it was an accident due to a stomach upset.

Own Goal King: Richard Dunne holds the record for the most own goals in the Premier League, with 10. He turned this unfortunate record into a kind of art form.

The Chicken on the Field: Blackburn Rovers fans once released a live chicken onto the pitch during a match against Wigan Athletic to protest against the club’s owners, who happened to be poultry farmers. The match was briefly halted as players and officials tried to catch the runaway fowl.

The Missing World Cup Trophy: The World Cup trophy was stolen in 1966, just before the tournament in England. It was found seven days later by a dog named Pickles, who became a national hero overnight.

The 149-0 Match: In a bizarre protest against refereeing decisions, Madagascar club SO l'Emyrne deliberately scored 149 own goals in a match against AS Adema in 2002. That’s one way to show your displeasure!

The Manager's Half-Time Pep Talk: Former Aston Villa manager Ron Atkinson once gave an inspiring halftime speech... to the wrong team. He entered the opponents’ dressing room by mistake and only realized his error after several minutes of confused looks.

Football is not just about goals, glory, and heartbreak; it's also filled with moments of humor and absurdity. These funny facts remind us that sometimes, the best part of the game is the unexpected laughter it brings.

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One Hundred Years Ago, Cincinnati's New Year Began With . . . A Fox Hunt?

Bright and early on New Year’s Day 1923, several hundred residents of Milford, Ohio, gathered on Tealtown Road for a fox hunt. The hunters were not decked out in full regalia for an English-style romp, once described by Oscar Wilde as “the unspeakable in full pursuit of the uneatable.” No, these were sturdy township yeomen, farmers out to protect their poultry. According to the Enquirer [28 December 1922]:

“Union Township is thickly infested with foxes and some real sport is assured. Foxes to be taken alive.”

Only the hunt captains were allowed to ride horses; the rest of the hunters marched on foot. No firearms were permitted, only clubs used to beat the bushes, and there were no dogs baying at the scent. Still, the Milford hunt netted six foxes captured alive and auctioned (for fur? pets?) at prices ranging from $9.50 to $18.75.

The remainder of Cincinnati’s residents were apparently nursing hangovers. Despite the imposition, two years previously, of Prohibition, and despite the ubiquitous presence of liquor-control agents, it is obvious that the flowing bowl ran unimpeded. The whole of Downtown was an outdoor party, according to the Cincinnati Post [1 January 1923]:

“The New Year was given a tremendous ovation, so to speak. Clanging of bells, blowing of whistles and discharging of firearms seemed louder than ever before. Automobile horns added to the din. Long before midnight those unlucky ones who had failed to make table reservations at hotels started to parade the streets. Theater crowds added to the throng.”

Police reported multiple incidents of people shooting pistols, rifles and shotguns. One of the few arrests that night was Charles Nichols, apprehended at Fifth and John streets firing a handgun loaded with blanks. Mary Daugherty, a widow living at 1715 Vine Street, suffered a mysterious wound in her right hand that police believe was caused by a falling bullet.

Adding to the din was a massive explosion on Vine Street at Fourteenth, which sent a sewer lid thirty feet into the air, returning to earth with a resounding clang. Investigators rushed to the scene and determined that fumes in the subterranean tunnels had ignited to create the blast.

With all the obviously lubricated revelry surrounding them, it is surprising that police made very few arrests for liquor violations. A twelve-year-old boy was found unconsciously inebriated in a vacant lot in the West End. Police transported him to the hospital and initiated a search for his supplier and for his mother, who was nowhere to be found. William Rockey, the village smithy of Loveland, was hauled in on charges that he was supplementing his ironmongering by distributing moonshine by the gallon. Norwood’s arrests amounted to a single tosspot, who was provided with a cell in which to sleep it off.

There was less liquor to go around on New Year’s Eve 1922 because prohibition agents had raided two 100-gallon stills, one in Mount Airy and one in Avondale. It appeared that both stills were operated by the same gang of bootleggers. In addition to the stills, agents confiscated 35 barrels of mash and 50 gallons of finished product.

The big excitement in town on New Year’s Eve was out in Price Hill, where a gang of Cleveland auto thieves raised a ruckus at the Warsaw Avenue police station. Harry Forthoffer and Harry Legoy robbed a Cleveland clubman and drove to Cincinnati to meet up with Forthoffer’s brother, John. The trio were arrested for speeding in Price Hill and taken to the station (the old District Three building).

There, the Forthoffers were brought inside for booking while Legoy sat in the stolen vehicle under police guard. In the lobby, Harry Forthoffer pulled a gun from under his coat and waved it at the officers, who backed away. Abandoning his brother, held by police at gunpoint, Forthoffer burst through the front doors. As he made his break, Legoy saw that the police guarding him were distracted. He punched the gas and sped off. Forthoffer, now on foot, made a dash for Dempsey Park where he was able to evade his pursuers. Legoy was stopped a few blocks away and hauled into the station where, under questioning, he revealed the address of the flophouse in which the trio were hanging out. Police forced Legoy to drive to that address and hid themselves in the hallway and alleys. When Forthoffer saw Legoy sitting in the getaway car, he ran outside and jumped into the vehicle. Immediately surrounded by lawmen, his only complaint to the police was, “You got us too soon.”

Judge Charles W. Hoffman, of Cincinnati’s divorce court, reported a significant drop in marriage dissolutions during 1922. Judge Hoffman heard only 1,057 divorce cases in 1922, compared to 1,201 in 1921. Of the 1,057 cases in 1922, women won 608 decrees while husbands won only 289. Most of the remainder were denied and a few were suits for alimony only.

Amid all this excitement, the Cincinnati Post predicted brighter days ahead, illuminated by psychic energy. In an editorial [1 January 1923] the paper forecast interplanetary telepathy in language that would fit right into any pulp science fiction novel of that decade:

“Shall we, in 1923, talk with Mars or Venus by radio or mental waves? Shall we discover new psychic powers that have been lying dormant in us, waiting until Destiny is ready for us to use them? All of us have been vaguely conscious that such latent powers exist. Occasionally they are manifested by mysterious happenings that no one can satisfactorily explain. The World War, titanic struggle, was the forerunner of something new and tremendous. Great spiritual or psychic forces shook civilization to its foundations. Leading up to – what? We may know, before the end of 1923. Forward, across the threshold of the unknown.”

[saydams]

killing the government won't help either.

im in the USA, here are some things being done in my country. (sorry i dont know where you are--if you arent in the usa this wont be relevant sorry)

First: the ultra-millionaire tax, which includes

A 2% annual tax on the net worth of households and trusts between $50 million and $1 billion

A 1% annual surtax (3% tax overall) on the net worth of households and trusts above $1 billion

Strong anti-tax evasion and avoidance measures on wealth held in trusts

to pass this legislation, which has just been reintroduced, we need:

to get a democratic Speaker in the House of Representatives (and a majority there)

keep the Democratic majority in the Senate

get rid of the filibuster rule (which is why legislation has not been able to be passed in the past 15 years-it requires a 2/3 super majority to do almost everything. our elected officials used to use it sparingly so it wasnt a big problem. but now Republicans' main goal is obstructing any functioning government. so they use it every time. we need to take it away from them. they've used it too much, they have lost their filibuster privileges)

Second: Increasing Antitrust Laws! here's an overview of what Antitrust Laws do (they support competition). Here's something being done right now on increasing competition:

the federal trade commission (FTC) is scheduled to vote to ban noncompete clauses this april (2024). The agency received nearly 27,000 comments on the draft rule proposed in January. Banning most noncompetes would impact about 30 million Americans and boost wages by nearly $300 billion per year, the FTC estimated.

other actions Biden Administration already is taking about food prices specifically:

They have opened up a joint task force between the FTC and Department of Justice to investigate unfair and illegal pricing.

Over the last three years, the Biden administration has actually increased the average benefit for those families on SNAP by more than double how much grocery prices have increased

The Federal Trade Commission is right now suing to block the $25 billion merger deal between the grocery store giants Kroger and Albertsons.

For beef, pork, and poultry, as of the last 30 years, there are about six players that control between half and 75 percent of the market. Department of Agriculture proposed regulations to prohibit discrimination and deceptive practices in these meat processing markets

Something else the Biden Administration should be doing, but isn't yet:

Tackling price discrimination. (manufacturers charging cheaper prices to walmart than they charge a small shop owner) It is legal for companies to charge different prices depending on the size of their buyer, based on how much cheaper it is to manufacture a lot of one product at once for walmart than it is to make smaller batches for a smaller seller. But, since selling to walmart is so much easier, a company might give walmart an extra discount above and beyond how much cheaper it is for them to make that big batch. And that extra discount is illegal under the Robinson-Patman Act. but it's not enforced. So the Biden administration needs to start enforcing the Robinson-Patman Act.

What you can do:

call your senator (202) 224-3121 and tell them we need to get rid of the filibuster!

make sure you are registered to vote (republican groups have been getting people sneakily thrown off the voter rolls--doublecheck!), and vote for the Democratic candidate in the House and Senate and President

contact the white house and tell them you support all the things i mention above! (tell them we need to get rid of the filibuster too, because you, as a citizen, want a functioning government)

keep paying attention to the actions of government. and respond when they do things, so they know you are paying attention. both good and bad.

not now kitten, daddy's about to have a mental breakdown from seeing the prices at the grocery store

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Protein Requirements on a Ketogenic Diet

The ketogenic (keto) diet is a high-fat, moderate-protein, low-carb eating plan. While limiting carbs to under 50g daily is straightforward, optimal protein intake often causes confusion. Here's what you need to know.

Macronutrient Balance

Fats: 70-80% of calories

Protein: 20-25% of calories

Carbs: 5-10% of calories (under 50g daily)

Why Protein Matters

Protein is crucial for:

Muscle maintenance

Tissue repair

Enzyme production

Immune function

Finding Your Protein Sweet Spot

Too little protein leads to muscle loss, while excessive amounts may affect ketosis through gluconeogenesis (glucose production from protein).

Calculate Your Needs

Use your lean body mass (LBM) to determine protein requirements:

Sedentary: 0.6-0.8g protein per pound of LBM

Active: 0.8-1.0g protein per pound of LBM

Example: For 120 lbs LBM

Sedentary: 72-96g protein daily

Active: 96-120g protein daily

Best Protein Sources

Animal-Based:

Meat and poultry

Fish and seafood

Eggs

Cheese

Plant-Based:

Tofu (1g net carbs/100g)

Tempeh (3g net carbs/100g)

Low-carb protein powders

Tips for Success

Track your macros using apps

Spread protein intake across meals

Monitor ketone levels

Adjust based on energy and results

Special Considerations

Weight Loss: Stay moderate with protein

Muscle Gain: Aim for upper range

Medical Keto: Consult healthcare provider

For personalized advice, especially with medical conditions, consult a healthcare professional.

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