Another Ghost Town in China, This Time a Replica of Manhattan

Townhall.com ^ | June 28, 2014 | Mike Shedlock

[cookcounty]

Related story, here’s the pic gallery of Ordos, city in China of 1 million people who never showed up....so wierd:

http://content.time.com/time/photogallery/0,29307,1975397,00.html

[Moonman62]

If they could get the economic incentives working, some of those could spread out into the Potemkin villages.

I thought the plan was to get people to move out of the rural areas and into the ghost cities. You’re thinking logically, not like a Democrat or Commie.

[Vigilanteman]

Absolutely agree. My favorite live trap trick is to pick up the trap with a long pole and drop it into the water trough until the coon drowns.

Then I'd hack it apart with a machete and feed it to the hogs.

[Elsie]

Peking ducks are a target for all predators...

I think they've had DUMB bred into them.

When let out in the mornings, the mallards and other ducks head straight for the cattle panels and slither through, heading for the big yard to much on bugs.

Poor ol' Whitey gets to the panel and quacks sorrowfully because she's left behind.

Sometimes I feel sorry for her, so I grab her and show her, one more time, to merely stick her head thru the fence and her fat butt will follow.

[Elsie]

Oh; there’d be, no doubt, surfers waiting for the BIG! wave!!

[goat granny]

lol it seems my husband told me that once also. gg

[goat granny]

We had a pond that at its peak in the spring was 15 feet deep. A long rope and a good throw and the coon was done for....quick, they have little lungs 2 breaths and its bye bye...another of my fathers bit of advice, born in 1901 and lived on a farm, if drunk stay away from the pig sty, they will eat anything including drunks..

[Vigilanteman]

Smart man, your father. Hogs are amazingly ravenous. We had a very large hog pen on the farm in Minnesota when I was a boy, built with logs around the poured foundation of a demolished outbuilding that connected to the barn, so a very nice place in the summertime to milk the cows compared to indoors where it was sweaty and full of flies.

The hogs even hung around to clean up after Bossy and Susie when they baked them a pie while we boys were milking.

Seems like they preferred almost anything to the sweet smelling foxtail grass which grew naturally in that large pen. Don't recall ever having to muck the pen out the way we had to do for the cows. They kept their crap in one corner. We always sold those hogs or sent them to market in the fall. By the time the piglets were ready to go outdoors the following spring, the toilet corner had decomposed to the point where we could just shovel it into 2-3 wheelbarrow loads or the bucket of the tractor and spread it on the garden. Very little smell after six months or so of decomposition.

The only thing those hogs were ever afraid of was the geese. We had two territorial geese which patrolled the farm. The hogs found the only place in the old foundation where there must have been a window or something and dug under those logs. We heard this honking and shrieking one day and the geese were literally chasing the hogs back via the same hole where they'd escaped. A few rocks (which literally grow in Minnesota fen country) and four bags of cement took care of the problem for good.

[goat granny]

I had 4 Toulouse geese, they were pretty mellow, but acquired an African as a 2 week old...the woman I got him from said he killed all the baby ducks that she had in the same area...being a chick, I raised him in the utility room. When he got bigger, he'd follow me around the farm and tried to become part of the 4 geese. They would chase him away. He found that if he just stayed a little way from them that they slowly accepted him.....he was an attack goose when full grown...would chase visitors to the farm. Friends stopped by and we weren't home but they said that he attacked their car...He even went after me once. A full grown goose running at you with his wings flapping and his head low can be intimidating...but I stood my ground and when he was almost at me, I grabbed him by the neck, right behind his head and lifted him off his feet. We went for a run around the back yard, his toes barely touching the ground and at one point I threw him about 10 feet. He left me alone from the front, but had to watch my backside when around the barns...They run at you just like a swan, but easy to grab if you stand your ground...I looks rather dumb, but it did the trick..

When I sold the farm, the geese, chickens and pheasants stayed, don't know what happened after that..