by Caine
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Professional noticer at large
What am I doing? Working!
"Oh, I reckon I believes in tea, sunrises, that sort of thing.".
Esme Weatherwax, Carpe Jugulum
Pharyngula
My photo galleries at Zenfolio.
Personal Favourites from my moblog
"And as you cross the circle line,
Well the ice wall creaks behind
You're a rabbit on the run.
And the silver splinters fly
In the corner of your eye,
Shining in the setting sun.
Well do you ever get the feeling
That the story's too damn real
And in the present tense.
Or that everbody's on the stage
And it seems like you're the only
Person sitting in the audience
Skating away, skating away, skating away
On the thin ice of the new day"
- Ian Anderson
All photos are my copyright unless so stated.
Caine says:
Thanks, JD. Poor Robin. I have no idea what it was doing here, it's too early and too cold.
Caine says:
Thank you, Dhamaka. Sad, yes. I still don't know why she/he was here, showed up in February of all times. Much too early for Robins.
Caine says:
Thanks, Rick. I didn't see any wounds or anything. I wonder if it froze to death.
