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[which_chick]

The issue of the land between the road and the lake continues to irritate me. A lot. I truly do not like the way it looks. I do not think that what has been done constitutes an improvement. They do whatever they like. They cut things down. They mow. They lop branches. They clear brush. They kill snakes. They build pathways and docks. They want it all to look like a damn golf course.

*sigh* It's very depressing. When I was a kid, I liked where I lived. Now, I look at it and all I can see is the golf course factor.

In other news, Meatly had her baby (filly, black with some white) and the Ungrateful Bastard plays with string and will purr if placed on my lap and petted. He/she has figured out the litter box and is no longer cowering in a corner.

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[gwangi.livejournal.com]

There's some evidence (http://eab.sagepub.com/cgi/content/abstract/14/1/5) that lends itself to the explanation that we prefer things like lawns over things like Pennsylvanian thickets because we're savanna-selected, and the openness of a lawn triggers deep-seated desires in our brain. I don't usually put much stock in evolutionary psychology nonsense, but I can kinda buy this one, for whatever reason.

(P.S., it's Jackson Hole, although the town is actually just called Jackson. The way we know if you're from out of town is if you come around asking for directions to Jackson Hole.)