perfidy

Alright, that's about enough. If it's up to the Lethal to provide content for this joint, we're all gonna be deep in it.

If someone doesn't post something by 1300 only-timezone-that-matters time, I'm going to bird blogging.

See if I don't.

I can tell you all about my new feathered flying friends, who come to dine and tease my cat. Since we put out the seed and a coupla bricks of suet, we get tufted titmice, black-capped chickadees, some sort of yellow woodpecker, a male and female pair of downy woodpeckers, mourning doves (always in an odd-numbered group, interestingly enough), and most recently some chubby starlings (or perhaps grackles). And a few dozen little sparrows that hang around with their robin friends in the bushes. Maybe I'll tell you about the nice big bluejay who would stop by briefly on occasion. He never ate much, and now he surely won't because he died. Found him stiff as a board in the driveway with no visible wounds.

Try me, motherf*ckers.

1300, or it's the backyard aviary blog.