The birds

Here's a chaser to my previous post, which could be viewed as kind of a downer.



Fancy pigeons!



These are just some of the esteemed winners of the National Pigeon Association's 2010 championship. In other words, those grubby gray flying animals we city dwellers live with have some very impressive relatives.



Frank gave me the book Extraordinary Chickens a few years ago; could Extraordinary Pigeons be next?



Yes, yes, by all means, yes.

Not that I'm a believer in these my-bird-is-better-than-your-bird contests.



My favorite bird of all time is Cocky Bennett. I xeroxed these pages out of a book I found in the Beverly Hills Library lo, so many years ago.



I didn't write down any information about the book and unfortunately the internet doesn't seem to have caught up with Cocky's fame and importance. But go ahead and read page 116...you'll get the idea.

Everything is

Well, except for the super cool Wrong! pin I stumbled on, on ebay.



And the candle Dao gave me this week, that I will never, ever burn.

But man. Sometimes I just gotta tell it like it is.

Was she leading them back to the arctic?

I hope so. (And of course, I wish I'd been in her shoes!)

Why not