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Fly, my pretties!
Apr. 14th, 2008 | 04:00 pm
So I'm packing for my trip to NYC (leaving PDX tonight at the stroke of midnight), and I'm sitting on my bed looking out my window (our bedroom, on the second floor, commands a really majestic vista of the wild ravine behind our cul-de-sac house) and I notice that there's a dozen or so turkey vultures taking turns swooping down past my window into the creekbed.
Something must have died down there, methinks. I'm hoping that it isn't one of the neighborhood cats.
Anyway, seeing all those big beautiful raptors swooping past my window, against a backdrop of verdant springtime green, made me feel like an evil queen commanding my winged minions. Unfortunately, though, my repeated requests for my minions to soar down to the 7-11 and get me a Diet Dr. Pepper went unheeded, so that fantasy was pretty hard to sustain.
Something must have died down there, methinks. I'm hoping that it isn't one of the neighborhood cats.
Anyway, seeing all those big beautiful raptors swooping past my window, against a backdrop of verdant springtime green, made me feel like an evil queen commanding my winged minions. Unfortunately, though, my repeated requests for my minions to soar down to the 7-11 and get me a Diet Dr. Pepper went unheeded, so that fantasy was pretty hard to sustain.