I bumped the contrast to better show those bits of green feather. Philly, west of the river.
The best of the ‘birds that have fallen on stairs’ category (no, I don’t really have a category set up for that). Philly, somewhere in center city.
This bird is much more attractive than a run of the mill city one. I don’t know where it came from.
Here’s another gorgeous seagull photo. I can’t claim it, sadly; this lady is responsible.
Sometime around Christmas this year, during one of the coldest cold snaps Philly has seen in a very long time. I thought maybe this one froze to death, but it probably smacked its head into something and crashed, like most non-squashed dead birds in the city did.
Birthday present. Definitely the best knitting-related craft item I’ve ever seen produced. But then, I don’t wear those scarves and things.
I like lists like these, especially outside the context of a style guide. On the other hand, it’s a little depressing to see the same pleas for the same basic language corrections over and over and over again.
Oh and, it’s not alright. It’s all right.
This is an British dead bird. Pretty exciting, huh?
The only teacher I remember from grade school was the one who, while explaining to her class about avoiding glass on the playground during the first day of school, referred to herself in third person the whole time. I decided immediately that I did not like her and held that against her for the rest of the year.