Once you’ve got a taste for it, you just can’t stop at one. Not what I want to see outside my window first thing in the morning. Maybe I should hang out a bird feeder.
[…] something in the air around my neighbourhood: if it’s not the grand guignol of the bird-on-bird violence on one side of the bunker, it’s the dodgy pub on the other side. This is the place where […]
Wow, I thought you were kidding. Ravens in the UK seem to have a different diet than the ones here in the colonies.
Everything on this blog is 100% true. Have I ever lied to you?
Never! Well, not often. I have to check my notes…
[…] something in the air around my neighbourhood: if it’s not the grand guignol of the bird-on-bird violence on one side of the bunker, it’s the dodgy pub on the other side. This is the place where […]
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