Springtime tragedy.

February 13, 2009 at 11:33 am Leave a comment

I refilled the birdfeeder yesterday.

A bountiful harvest.

Five hours later:

You pigs!

You pigs!

After a fierce windstorm buffeted Gambier last night:

SHIT.

SHIT.

And after poking my head out the window (and arming my little Canon’s ultra-zoom):

Well, that happened.

Well, that happened.

I’m glad I could find it, at least. That means it isn’t embedded in some poor soul’s skull.

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