An improvisatory, essentially indefensible, randomly configured tragi-comedy
(no great revelations are likely to be accrued from its consumption)
08 March 2011
Post something,... anything
Look, it's a bird,... it's got feathers and everything.
Can't wait for spring. I mean proper spring, not migrating Coots, gulls and Siskins; I mean sub-Saharan migrants, preferably including a few rare ones.
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