Fur

Laurent Delaney, who chairs the Burgundy Wine Board, says the fear isn't heat, it's water.

All right, something lighter, shall we? This week in Fur, Feathers, and Fermentation, an historic sake brewery in Niigata, Japan officially appointed a local rescue cat as its head of pest control and honorary brewmaster.

The feline worker walks the brewery floor in a custom tiny kimono and even has his picture printed on limited edition sake labels.

I wonder how the cat feels about the kimono.

This is Agriculture Today and I'm Shelby Varner with the K-State Radio Network.

Part of a Fins, Fur and Feathers podcast episode from K-State's Drew Ricketts and Joe Gerken starts the show as they explain fish kills and what can cause them.

Keeping the show rolling is Flinchball Forum panelist Greg Ibaugh as he explains biosecurity from his perspective.

We are also joined by K-State's Rich Llewellyn to preview the Ag Lenders Conference.

K-State Dairy Specialist Mike Brook wraps up the show talking about a new genetically engineered male-only variant of the New World Screw Worm Fly that may lead to more effective control.

That and more is coming up ahead on Agriculture Today.

You're tuned in to Agriculture Today, and we start our Tuesday show with part of a Fens, Fur, and Feathers podcast episode with Kansas State University's Drew Ricketts and Joe Gerken.

What is a fish kill? Yeah.

He had a long sharp beak and very long claws.

He put his head in and cried, "Fur, fur," first to one side and then to the other in a high clear voice.

All the little birds put their heads out of the tiny huts at once to see who the intruder might be.

The big bird then said, "All you little birds must turn out at once.

Then the little birds told their tale.

"It was a wicked bird with black feathers and a long beak.

There he is again at the door." The mothers turned round and flew in a body at the marauder, but he just cried, "Fur, fur," and flew straight up in the air far out of their reach.

The next day the blackbird came and destroyed all their little lands.

The skins of many animals of the order of Rodentia not only serve for peltry, but are also employed in the manufacture of fur hats.

Hairs have the property of mixing and matting so closely together when worked that very substantial tissues may be formed of them, and it is in this way that what is termed felt is produced.

Fur hats are manufactured principally from the down of the rabbit and hare.

Formerly a great deal of the hair of castors was employed, but its high price has driven it almost entirely out of use.

The manufacture of hats of felt is quite simple, consisting of a series of three operations, namely, the cutting and preparation of the hair, pressing, and dressing.

Frugivora, from the Latin frugis, all kinds of fruit, serving for food that the earth brings forth, and vorare, to eat, animals that feed exclusively on vegetable substances.

Frugivorous, fruit-eating, animals that feed exclusively on vegetable substances, frugivorous.

Fur, soft hair of beasts, skin with soft hair, with which garments are lined for warmth or covered for ornament.

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He even meditated malingering and going in front of the house but could only have got a distant view and at the risk of losing his place in an overcrowded profession.

His opportunity came at length but not till the pantomime was half run out and the actor-manager sought to galvanize it by a second edition; in which some meant a new lot of the variety entertainers who came on and played copphones before Ptolemy did card tricks in the desert and exhibited trained poodles to the palm trees.

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Section eleven of Grotesque and Fantasies.

Excuse me.

It feels like rabbit fur.

Rabbit what? Fur.

Fur.

What's fur? How do you spell it? F-U-R.

F-U-R. Fur.

Uh, yeah, that's good Spanish pronunciation, but the English is fur.

And what does it mean? It means piel, pero piel con, uh, pelo.

Like if you have a hunting knife, you put it in a sheath because then you are protected from the sharp edge.

Fur, the thick hair that covers the bodies of many animals.

The dog's fur is soft and warm.

He is also cute, so this is a cute dog that has thick hair that covers the body of the animal.

Fur.

Fur.

Someone once asked me what's the difference between for and fur.

Like this water is for me.

The more he reflected on the hellish diary, the more he was inclined to doubt the efficacy of any material agent in stamping out the entity which Wilbur Whateley had left behind him, the earth-threatening entity which, unknown to him, was to burst forth in a few hours and become the memorable Dunwich Horror.

Monday was a repetition of Sunday with Dr. Armitage, for the task in hand required an infinity of research and experiment.

Further consultations of the monstrous diary brought about various changes of plan, and he knew that even in the end a large amount of uncertainty must remain.

By Tuesday he had a definite line of action mapped out, and believed he would try a trip to Dunwich within a week.

Then on Wednesday the great shock came.

No one dares get close enough to find out.

Fur.

Dark gray.

It might really be white.

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow.

Eyes.

What? Huh? Fur.

Huh? What? Say that again.