C: i have added two blue jays to my backyard jungelette. i make believe i don't see them on the rumpus room roof so they land on the metal gutter to attract my attention. 1 dozen peanuts (unsalted and in the shell), placed on the patio table next to me and they are amused for about 15 minutes. they pick up the peanuts and shake them. they select the one they wan't and fly away with it. but they bury them for later in the same dirt i have in trays set out in the yard for my dog to bury his bones.------(rick's html)-----bitter? i am the most layed back and
unbitterest person you will ever come in contact with, short of some one comatose. one need not be bitter to recognize "he is a low life, awol, drug brained, idiot, who has been pampered and protected all his life." i can recognize he standing on one foot with one eye closed and the other eye squinting. methinks you protest my posts too much. "am i getting close to the bone?" he wonders, knowing c to be a pretty regular kind of guy, but having a short fuse vis-a-vis
clinton gore and bush, something he, c, never shows about anything else, so perhaps, there is some secret hidden in the the recesses of c's soul, that he may not be aware of, but causes an inappropriate, over the top, knee jerk reaction to the mere mention, or even the first letter of the name.---------------------------- meanwhile, back at the ranch, the lone ranger, not knowing that tonto has disguised himself as a walnut tree, is busy shooting off his nuts.