We saw a lot of wildlife while we were in Seatuck. Bunnie rabbits. Deer. Squirrels. And a couple of nasty old Swans.
We pulled up at this lake to take photo's and these two swans were all the way across the lake. When they saw us they swam all the way across the lake and walked right up to us. They must be used to people feeding them. I told Lisa to be careful since they will attack people. In fact we had seen them attack some kids on the sandbar across from the house in the summer. But these two were in the 47% because they just wanted to beg.
We took a bunch of photos and this was the only one where they made a "heart."
Of course the pixels on the I-phone sucks but what are you gonna do? At least they come out great on Insta-gram.
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When I see wildlife like you saw I take out my rifle and start doing some damage.
Swan tastes great.
How cum we can eat duck but not swan?
tits.
What do you me we kemosabe?
The Patriot Jets game if a nail biter.
tits.
Swan soup.
Of course the pixels on the I-phone sucks but what are you gonna do?
Buy a camera? and take another vacation.
:-P
How cum we can eat duck but not swan?
To shoot a swan is really illegal. BIG time fines and even jail.
One year, with my first husband, there was a bunch of us who went goose hunting in the Sacramento Valley, near--not at,wild life refuge (Delavan I think). We were after Snow Geese and accidentally, at the same time as we shot the geese, killed about 10--or more-swans. "HOLY CRAP!! now what are we going to do?!??"
We put them in the bottom of one of the pick up beds, stacked the Snows and other legal birds on top and had the dogs perch on top of the whole pile. Everyone took a couple and we cooked the evidence.
And yes, they do taste pretty good roasted and glazed.
Thanks for the report, DBQ. How about blue herons - I see those around here, and you know, just kind of wondering...
On another subject, hey Troop, do you consider Lou Gehrig a "real" Y*nkee? Just wondering...
Of course Lou is a "Real Yankee."
He grew up and played on the Yankees. Never a question.
Not my favorite type though.
There are two types of "Real Yankees."
The Lou Gehrig, Joe D., Bobby Richardson, Don Mattingly, Bernie Williams, Derek Jeter types.
And the Babe Ruth, Billy Martin, Mickey Mantle, Thurman Munson, David Wells, Lou Pinella, Paul O'Neil types.
I am one of the latter.
Okay, just checking. I have a Lou Gehrig bat that I was going to give you so you could provide security at the store, but I'll sell it on eBay to someone who actually likes Lou Gehrig.
Maybe A-Rod will bid on it...
Either you need a phone that takes clearer photographs or I need cataract surgery.
It's the enlarging of it that messes it up.
I think if I put up the smaller version you could read it.
The grousing about picture quality is puzzling. Since when has the Things Are Not As They Seem Guy ever focused on presenting a clear picture???
My iPhone is a fancy one - it has more than 100 pixels. More_than!
If you need a smaller version do the Trooper penis scale print.
I have had bald eagle for dindin a few times and it tastes like chicken.
Pink Flamingo taste more like Swan to me though.
I believe you can really shoot doves in Wisconsin, is that right Haz?
My dad gets his rifle out if he feels there are too many sparrows in the backyard and starts shooting up a storm.
My fav bird dish is cock au vin though. Pheasant and Partridge aren't bad either.
tits.
Coq au vin is a really great dish that makes boring chicken interesting because of the vin, natch. When I was a kid, on our family's outings to Manhattan, otherwise known as "The City" we would go to a narrow little French restaurant called Pierre Au Tunnel, the tunnel being Lincoln, the restaurant located on West 44th Street between 8th and 9th Avenue. There were a ton of unpretentious affordable French restaurants serving the basic French stuff, you always started with onion soup and ended with flan, back then in Hell's Kitchen. The big thrill for me was that you had to walk down a narrow aisle in the bar area at the front of the restaurant to get to the slightly wider but not really wide dining area and the bar was always filled with impossibly romantic looking genuine French people! Talking French!! Then in the dining room there was false brickwork on part of the walls and line renderings of the Eiffel Tower, Arc de Triomphe, Notre Dame, etc. on the other parts. When you ordered Coq Au Vin it arrived at the table in its own little covered earthen pot, that also impressed the hell out of me. And the old time waiter then spooned a portion of it onto your plate and recovered the pot. In that Coq Au Vin the chicken was bathed in a brown winey oniony liquid. Fall off the bone tender. Saturated. The whole experience was muted lighting, a brownish look to the place and dark brown food, the coq au vin anyway. It was the classic French cave experience. Then we'd emerge out onto the glare of 44th Street, back in America. It was good to go to France and good to be back home. And all by stepping into and out of an exotic but really Mom and Pop piece of another world.
Cassandra Emcee has joined Bissage in the land of wind and ghosts.
What about the Schlitz Emcee?
Still tick-tockin'
Lem - yeah, he is pretty much drunk all the time...
Guess again
Maybe you have to known some German?
Sounds dirty, like something you would find in an alley.
Hey, I was visitor number 555,555! Do I get a prize?
Yes.
I will email you a blurry photo of my penis.
Brett Farve style.
Brett Favre has blurry junk? I'll just take your word for it dude.
My Lou Gehrig bat is perfectly in focus. Bofus.
Why does the photo make me think of William Butler Yeats?
"Cast a cold Eye
On Life, on Death.
Horseman, pass by!"
Or, better yet:
"Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned.
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity."
That's what I think of when I look at a blurry picture of two swans. Yep...
Leda and the Swan
By William Butler Yeats
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins engenders there*
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?
______________
*The shuddering loins reminds me of Titus' dream which I interpreted last week.
That's what I think of when I look at a blurry picture of two swans. Yep...
Reflectively clouded.
@Sixty: Imagine history...is it in focus?
Camille Paglia called "Leda And The Swan" the greatest poem of the twentieth century.
Here's another free association with swans: Lips Like Sugar
Merkwürdigliebe!
Riden-Bomney!
That ol' Yeats boy could bolt them words together, gonna tell you what!
In other news, my saw cuts straight and true - this is a good turn of events.
Auden, natch.
the plowman may
Have heard the splash,
the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not
an important failure
'O who can ever gaze his fill,'
Farmer and fisherman say,
'On native shore and local hill,
Grudge aching limb or callus on the hand?
Father, grandfather stood upon this land,
And here the pilgrims from our loins will stand.'
So farmer and fisherman say
In their fortunate hey-day:
But Death's low answer drifts across
Empty catch or harvest loss
Or an unlucky May.
The earth is an oyster with nothing inside it,
Not to be born is the best for man;
The end of toil is a bailiff's order,
Throw down the mattock and dance while you can
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