Okay, it’s not our usual beautiful Morning Mug photo, but I thought I’d slip it in and give you a jarring wake up this wonderful Friday morning. The above is… well… it’s a dead freakin’ pigeon. Erica, who shot it (the photo, not the bird), wrote:
It seemed to be laying there in a somewhat awkward, not-alive-looking position.
It really stinks over there, waiting for the B36 beneath a veritable pigeon latrine.
I actually almost barfed once.
Ah, poetry. Anyway, this all sounds so very familiar.