But as I left this afternoon, one of these large and boisterous birds landed in front of me. I turned on the camera, as it rasped and hopped ahead of me. Until finally posing, as if to say, "Look, I'm most beautiful now, here!" So dramatic, and not a little ratty, but I obliged and admired the attitude.
*Reminds me of her. D, don't go and look. Any of you with any aesthetic sense, don't look. Really, most of you with any kind of sensitivity at all, just don't click, you'll be happier.
Any of you like me, well, give it a shot.
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Drat you, I had to go and look, then I had to read all the comments and am now in a helpless state. 'Woman made entirely of gravy skin' was a good one.
Lovely magpie shots, very graphic!
Your photos: nice.
Your linked photo: less nice.
Enjoyed your magpie photos; crow cousins, y'know.
As for the other...well, I won't be getting that mammoplasty with implants after all! Mine can hang that ugly all on their own and I can put that money to better use elsewhere.
Poor soul.
My mother knows a superstition about pretty much everything, and one she's been fond of for years is that it's lucky to see two magpies, but unlucky to see just one, unless you say, "Hello Mr. Magpie, how are Mrs. Magpie and all the little magpies?"
(This is quite different from any of the magpie superstitions listed on Wikipedia - she must never, ever see that page.) Of course, it's always seemed to me that it would only make matters worse if you are, in fact, addressing Mrs. Magpie.
Drat. I had to look.
My eyes....
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