rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,


Some sort of large, migrating fowl just flew over my yard, very low. I couldn't see them in the dark, but their calls sounded very close. Had one of them crapped at the right moment, I might well have gotten splattered. I don't know what kind of birds they were. The calls were much too musical to be geese or ducks, but they didn't sound quite like swans. They must have been waterfowl, though.

If I had a nose the size of this guy's (WARNING: Serious Pit Hair!), I don't think I'd choose to be a boxer. It's just way to big a target.

Being run off my feet tonight.

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