2005-05-20 - 1:39 p.m.
Wet birds don't fly straight.
So far today, I have deep-fried 33 pieces of pastry, ironed a shift, painted my nails, set my hair, and eaten lunch. Sadly, this is more productive than half of my days at work. It's so wet outside, I keep finding wet bedraggled birds on my balcony, trying to dry off. So far, the pigeon has looked the funniest, but the cardinal was a close second. I guess none of them have the sense to stay out of the rain. The cutest has been the pair of juvenile sparrows, who are too young to know a possible threat when they see it, and chirped at me when I opened the door. They're all fluffed up and adorable. Otherwise, I'm a bit cold, so I'm probably going to curl up on the couch with a cup of hot tea and watch mindless TV while I sew. Ah, Fridays.
Dorsal - Ventral
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