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October 21, 2005

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There must have been something shiny in the garage that caught the raven's eye (like maybe the hood of you truck - ha).

Umm...folks...hate to tell you this: There are no ravens in Wichita. The bird might have been a common crow, or a long-tailed grackle (this would get my vote, knowing only what WD wrote about the bird), or a common grackle, or a starling, or....

Whatever it was, it's hard to imagine the poor little thing as a threat. WD--Dudette just wanted to give you a chance to play Knight in Shining Armor--lol!

Oh sure, burst our dramatic bubbles.

Quoth the long-tailed grackle, "Nevermore." just doesn't have the rhythm that Poe intended, does it. OK. Allowing for poetic license, WD and Dudette had a raven in their garage!

Quoth the long-tailed grackle, "Nevermore." just doesn't have the rhythm that Poe intended, does it. OK. Allowing for poetic license, WD and Dudette had a raven in their garage!

Hey! Let them have their illusions! The man that thought he had a raven in his garage is also the man that had a mouse that was 2 feet long in the lawn a couple of years back. Although the mouse keeps getting bigger every year.

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