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Carbon based, eh? Let’s take a look at wind and solar. RRP is prolly mostly a left-wing organization, yet read what they have found out about the eagles both they and we all love. Oh, and God forbid you should be in possession of an eagle feather (even if you found it on the ground). The gubmint will haul your ass to jail.
http://www.raptorresource.org/2016/05/24/30-year-take-of-bald-and-golden-eagles/
That’s hilarious!
I heard it a bit different:
Q – Why are crows seldom hit by cars in New England?
A – They have spotter crows that yell when they see a car, “Cah, cah!”
But this one is better!
Good one!
Corona; Here’s a song for you:
youtube “Where have all the Eagles gone.”
Do Boston crows say cah when they walk into a bah? Unlike Baltimore crows who say nevermore. I almost hit an eagle once in Montana, the darned thing flew right in front of me, all I know is if I’d hit it I would’ve just kept driving like nothing happened.
say nevermore
https://youtu.be/rIX_6TBeph0 .
oh, thank goodness it wasn’t the ecologically-friendly windmills killing them
…like the bats ….& the hawks …& the eagles ….& the ….
Moe Tom – “youtube “Where have all the Eagles gone.”
I’ve seen that vid earlier. Amazing what those gubmint a-holes pull off in plain sight. But, y’know, millennials gotta millennial.
Ban Crows!
Crows, it should go without saying, are extremely intelligent. Tool users, amazing mimics, problem solvers, some crows certainly show up many members of the human race when it comes to using their gray matter.
True story: One of my earliest childhood memories involves a crow that would approach our outdoor dog’s food bowl every evening around supper time. We’d break from eating sometimes when we heard the crow outside, standing on the porch, watching the crow we came to call George steal dog kibble from a bowl. He became used to us and would accept tidbits we’d toss to him.
Some days or weeks later (cripes, can’t remember, I was like 5) my grandparents came to visit and brought my brother and me balsa wood airplanes. While tossing the toys in the back yard, George suddenly appeared and snatched my plane in mid-flight, then flying off, never to be seen again. I cried like the baby I was.
Moral: Beware befriending crows. They are here to decimate our air superiority.
That’s a pretty cool story, flip.
Flip, that was a metaphor of today’s inner-city residents, right? Same color, same attitude, same methods.