a pidgeon struck by a hawk drops into the model yacht pond and flies out when we near, the hawk flies away while i snap pictures and coo. (this morning i talked to hal the birder who said it was a rare goshawk. i focussed on the underbird and missed the raptor. and now the lame pidgeon is probably fueling the raptor's flight.)

holy feathers

i thought i was done for

but i'm a survivor!

holy shit

did you see that?

i swam, or i floated.

i played dead.

thanks you guys, i guess you saved my life.

my heroes.

aw shucks, twernt nothin.

are you talkin to a burd?

he's talkin to a would be ghost bird.

i don't think he realizes what happened.

or he's just playing nonchalant.

he's pretty convincing. i feel pretty relaxed with you guys. 

i feel relaxed with you too.

you know, burds are pretty nice.

can i swim with those gooses?