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. . . so I took more pictures before I buried the Jay. I was obsessed with this topic all day at work, wondering if the bird would be where I left it last night. It was, but I moved it to our yard so the neighbors wouldn't be bothered by the flash (it was dark). I did treat the bird with respect, and thanked him for his contribution to my "project." Now he can rest.
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I admire your drive in your project. I hope you washed your hands REALLY well afterwards.
Anyway, his color still looks faded compared to what I'm used to. (I hate flash photography.)
Posted by: Emma Dog | January 05, 2009 at 10:16 PM
If you drove to Brooklyn (I don't drive), picked me up, and took me to where you found him, I'd even do it myself. Or, maybe birds that fall are just not meant to be buried. It's hard to always know what nature intended when one always thinks of what humans would do, which may very well may not be how the birdies roll.
Posted by: Erica | January 06, 2009 at 08:22 AM