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Yesterday after my psychiatrist appointment I went to one of the little local free zoos with nonreleasable native wildlife and watched all the birds eat breakfast.
Well, I say all the birds. All the birds had breakfast available, but the owls were mostly blinking slowly and wondering why the hour of half past ten in the morning existed and, if it had to exist, why they had to have breakfast at it. What is wrong with two am, they would like to know? A much more civilized hour.
The turkey vulture who lives with two bald eagles was super into their mice, though. It ate the tails first.
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Well, I say all the birds. All the birds had breakfast available, but the owls were mostly blinking slowly and wondering why the hour of half past ten in the morning existed and, if it had to exist, why they had to have breakfast at it. What is wrong with two am, they would like to know? A much more civilized hour.
The turkey vulture who lives with two bald eagles was super into their mice, though. It ate the tails first.
This entry was originally posted at http://tiamatschild.dreamwidth.org/139172.html. Please feel free to comment there using OpenID. Or here! It'll be read either way, is what I'm saying.