tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108902282183852277.post9076235476256746083..comments2023-04-16T06:15:57.683-05:00Comments on The Writing Spectacle: Stalking the FeederUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108902282183852277.post-20146897042073566662008-03-14T00:02:00.000-05:002008-03-14T00:02:00.000-05:00I used to work down the road from a bird sanctuary...I used to work down the road from a bird sanctuary and I saw every kind of bird imaginable from plain old sparrows to cardinals, blue jays and pileated woodpeckers. Didn't see many cats but I once saw a great blue heron beating the snot out of a fish. It caught this poor fish and proceeded to bash the poor thing's brains out on the dock. It was very sad but I couldn't stop watching. It was like one of those nature shows where the mean old lions kill the zebras and gazelles - you really don't want to see it but it's so fascinating to watch. Poor little fishie...sob.Helen Shearerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15471996799876515105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108902282183852277.post-11003040618960439112008-03-13T11:20:00.000-05:002008-03-13T11:20:00.000-05:00Oh, I'm climbing, all right. Just wish the bush w...Oh, I'm climbing, all right. Just wish the bush weren't so thorny. And I keep falling out of it, so I have to start from the bottom and work my way up again.Kristy Baxterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07720394064601831599noreply@blogger.com