Bird Wars
black mamba
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" Hey photographer, look at those damn pelicans over there....cliquish bunch of thugs, ain't they? "
" Crap....they heard me. Better get gone. "
" Crap....they heard me. Better get gone. "
I always wanted to lie naked on a bearskin rug in front of a fireplace. Cracker Barrel didn't take kindly to it.
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Hi John,
The way this played out just struck my imagination. The white bird had no sooner stated his opinion about the pelicans, when this bunch of five came storming in from the right. They quickly proceeded to the exact same spot the white bird had been....prior to his hasty retreat. Two of the pelicans can be seen performing the famous " Pelican Stomp ", a pre-combat ritual they're known for.
Take care buddy,
Tom
Thanks for the visit. After witnessing this episode, I fled back to Fernandina's infamous Palace Saloon to steel myself up for whatever else the day was going to throw my way.
Tom
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Are you sure you went to the Saloon *after* you started hearing the birds talking?
Thanks for looking in, Don. I apprecaite it.
Tom
If you read carefully, Eric, I said that I " fled back " to the saloon. Inferring, of course, that I had been there earlier on. I've found that a little saloon time is called for when one is out to converse with the animals.:D
Yo Michael,
It's sure great to hear from you, buddy. A friend had called...just had some major work done on his 42' sport fisherman and wanted to take it on a " shakedown " cruise. I volunteered to cover the gas cost...damn mistake, won't open my big mouth again. :whew
Little cheaper to stock the bar maybe.
Ah! it's all starting to make sense... Fun thread!
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Well, I'm telling you Cristobal, this day got out of hand on me in a hurry. Here I am....just shuffling around the waterfront in Fernandina, waiting on my buddy and his boat to show up. Next thing I know, this scraggly character has put the hook to me, drug me inside the Palace, and demanded that we share some grog. I didn't mind his one good eye boring a hole through me but the other one that danced around like a wounded butterfly flat unnerved me.
If you've never had real grog you might not appreciate it's true powers. Communing with nature just comes easy when you're properly fortified. :slurp
One of these days I'll have to figure out what my "style" is..
Well, Steve, I sure can't fault your thinking. I've been slithering in and out of that place for 50 years. And it was there a long, long time before I fell under its spell.
Tom
Lauren Blackwell
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Thanks, Lauren, I'm glad you got a laugh out of this. Sometimes, my imagination runs wild.
Take care,
Tom