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Wednesday, November 3, 2010
I was just walking along the path when I heard a bird, perched on the roof, singing.
I looked up and thought, I wonder if that's Racheal Dickberryhead or some other bird brain.
Wrong sort of bird. She's one of those dirt loving, bottom dwelling, bug eating sort, that only comes out at night (a bit like her teeth). You know the sort that eats roots and leaves. Unfortunately most people just prefer her to leave.
Actually, I think the bird I saw was described in Faulkner's book 'As I Lay Dying' as a vulture, an eater of carrion come to feast on misery - but it's gone now, frightened away by the light.
Wrong sort of bird. She's one of those dirt loving, bottom dwelling, bug eating sort, that only comes out at night (a bit like her teeth).
ReplyDeleteYou know the sort that eats roots and leaves. Unfortunately most people just prefer her to leave.
Actually, I think the bird I saw was described in Faulkner's book 'As I Lay Dying' as a vulture, an eater of carrion come to feast on misery - but it's gone now, frightened away by the light.
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