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It's dark, it's soft with some pokey out bits some of which are sharp and hurt; it's like anyone else's head really.


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Wednesday, December 24

I got this today (well. yesterday, really but shut up!) from my good friend, eva8 in an email which had the subject: Something I Have to Get Out of My Head

Bird feet really freak me out.
First of all, how can those little birds sit out in the snow and ice with those skinny and utterly naked feet. Can you imagine how cold they must be? Sometimes I wish I could make some tiny little bird boots and toss them into the yard so the birds will wear them to stay warm. I doubt they would put them on though.
Also, the birds that come to my feeder seem to be getting fatter all the time. Do you suppose that one of them might get heavy enough for his little stick legs to just snap under the weight?


Do you see why she has been my friend for over 20 years?

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