Scottie, don't look down.
One more thing:
When I'm trying to help an obviously concussed bird (unless lying upside down is the new avian thing) shuffle out of a soon-to-be brah-encrusted doorway, no turning on the gas-powered leaf blower used to blow everything but leaves. I'm talking to you, Mr. Gas-Powered Leaf Blower Used To Blow Everything But Leaves.
Tomorrow, how low can you go.
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Is that a sparrow?
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Oh no. I looked down.
And look at you being all caring and stuff. Well done, you.
Poor birdie.
What did you do? Kick it until it went out the door on it's own?
I think that's what I would have done. :)
((Hugs))
Chuck Mosley and Saint Francis of Assisi had a baby and it was Randal Graves.
if, seemed so, though slightly larger than the typical species around here, and more yellow in spots.
lisa, being a human, and thus a hypocrite, I inversely made up for it by eating chicken yesterday.
laura, sheesh, and they say Murkans are cruel and unusual.
thatgirl, that's the most visually disturbing compliment in the history of the internets.
The thing is, if you turned on the leaf-blower, it might elevate the bird so that it will take flight. Kinda like heavy metal does to the ears of my soul.
Like Lisa said. And remember, when Mother Nature wants leaves blown, she'll send along a windy day..
jim, given the strata of industrial dust that blankets the campus, I think both the bird & I would be stuck on respirators for a month.
A pox on leaf blowers!
SWA, tell that to the campus hierarchy, the wankers.
That staircase is a real "Inception" looking place. All it is missing is Marion Cotillard.
Leaf blowers are machines from Satan, unless you re my neighbors which consider me a demon since I usually let the wind take my leaves into their yards forcing them in a spastic fit to pull out said leaf blowers to defend the precious territorial integrity.
One can get mighty dizzy staring at that first picture. Which segues neatly into "I've fallen and I can't get up."
I like the way the guys who put the anti-skid tape on the marble stairs made them look like piano keys. Fortissimo with your tread, please.
I'm sure the little bird's mother is thanking you this evening.
BB, your attempts to destroy society are almost as brutal as those of sleeper cells, welfare recipients, & Wall Street.
tom, just hit the little button. No, not the red one.
susan, move over, music of the spheres, we have of the stairs.
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