Lovely plumage!


So many ways to go to one’s reward… Or be put out of one’s misery… To push up daisies… Buy the farm… Swim with the fishes… Kick the bucket… Sin in St. Peters choir… Shuffle the mortal coil…

Not to be blunt…


You can play with us,  just don’t run with the scissors please. You’ll put your eye out. Really. My mom told me so. Or was it don’t run with lemmings? Maybe it was the lemmings would freeze that way? Or Read more ›