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Birds, Classics, Etcetera
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- Whooo?
- Meet my friends Omer and Danny
- 23--no, 22 more days...
- Cheryl, is this your guy Homer?
- This may have been the same model
- This time last year ...
- Epops (In the thicket, singing)
- If I Don't Post Anything for a Few Days ...
- Guess which one is the author of this blog?
- Here's a fun thing to do
- The Pink-Footed Goose Made Me Do It!
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February
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15 comments:
tap danccing looks so elegant and refined when done by a blue-footed booby!
oops! try "dancing" ....
Oh Biddie, there you go again talking about the booby! Very funny looking bird if I must say, interesting also. Where do these live?
Isn't he a dashing fellow!
Ode to Homer
The booby can't utter a single word
But when it comes to love he is an eloquent bird~
What romantic poem emotes more true
Than those dancing feet of azure blue.
I changed the background color so his blue feet would show up better.
Why can't he utter a single word?
Utters multiple words?
Does she ballet her eggs on those fine fins?
Everything you ever wanted to know about the B_F B:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue-footed_Booby
Note especially the section entitled Communication!
Longfellow I'm not, although my feet are rather large...
In my clumsy way I meant not a spoken English word can he speak, yet can get to the heart of the matter through his exuberant courtship dance better than any poet. Homer is a fickle muse...sometimes he leaves you at a loss for words :)
Ha!!How's that for clumsy..."a spoken English word can he speak" Oh Lordy me melon has grown soft & overripe!! Hmmmm, methinks I am in need of some book cracking to tighten up the loose connections.
"Soft and overripe"...Cheesus, I think I've turned into brie....I cheddar get myself to a library...Or at least out of the woods. My attempt at poetry is full of holes, not a Gouda thing. My high flown thoughts seem to curdle and fall by the whey side. I've milked this long enough, so before I become udderly ridiculous I bid you goodnight.
Oh you have changed the color here. Looking good, Cheryl nice poetry!
just got back from town meeting, they loved your photo's cheryl.
Hum, you said melon, so I was going off in that direction, but then you went all cheesy, so ... I brie you, of your gouda-ness, accept thiS WISSdom from an old crock: Edam well not butter me at this game, or I will ripen into a muenster, not feta for company! We are evenly matched but the balance, it's tilton'.
Back ter ye!
Vell, ve tah the souffle do go ..
(oh well, I tried)
Please translate, Biddie.
Oh, I get it, Velveeta, the cheese we grew up on. But the rest?
souffle ==> as in "soo flay", the egg dish that you can make with cheese in it.
Then my quite fractured attempt should read something like:
Well, we, to the "soo flay", do go.
Yeh, I know - stick to my numbers ..... (grin)
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