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Now, everyone knows we here at The Catskill Farms have weathered the recessionary winds pretty well, and we have a fair amount of homes sold to prove it. But when you leave your house on a Saturday morning and by the time you come back on a Sunday night, have sold 3 homes pushing $1.5m, now that's really raising the bar on what it means on 'being the man', or 'too hot to touch'. Hello new owners of Farm 20, Cottage 40 and Farm 19. That means we are within a hair's breath (is that a saying?) of matching last years' sales, and, hello, it's not even the end of February. Interesting stuff this weekend, with a big 10 person TV crew coming up from HGTV to include us in one of their real estate voyeurism shows. I don't know what it is about all these roadkill motifs as of late. James reported back that the pheasant, with roasted potatoes was delicious, and one of my framers showed up with a fox he found along side of the road in the back of his truck.

Not trying to be gross, but just reporting like I see it. Bottom line, you can't make this shit up. This is where I live, and who I work with.

Funny, on the call sheet (details of the shoot) for the TV show, the list the PR rep, the Director, the producer, and the 'Talent'. I'm listed as 'talent'. Nice, right? Also, a little makeup person for me never hurt anyone. I hope they can amplify my high strong cheekbone structure and general TV worthiness. Lucas continues with his swimming lessons... One day when he went he didn't want to get into the water because he didn't want to get his paws/claws wet. He currently thinks he's a lion.

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You heard it right - our little town bank, just heisted - more details to follow.

So my architect Kevin shows up and comes into the shop and says he just hit a pheasant and it's stuck in the grill of his car. Of course, after the bank robbery, our nerves are a-tingling and the adrenaline is cooking, and then Kevin comes in with some comic relief with a pheasant in his grill.

Sure, it's sad, but life is sad and for some people (or pheasants) life is short and ends poorly. That's a real pretty bird.

But then the story gets weird as Kevin is crying about the damage to his grill. In a strange plot twist, James comes out and says he'll take the bird, and calls his wife up and tells her they are having pheasant for dinner.

So, as we speak, the pheasant is in the back of James' car and his wife has the pheasant stock boiling and seasoned.

Life, it's one big circle of birth and death.