[expletives deleted] That was supposed to read: “It’s right here!”
Damn! Here I got all excited, and the link points at a bird? I was hoping for a link to a birder!
Ooo. Hey, does this apply to me too?
Here I thought my terrible secret of bring held prisoner in a Marrakesh bird jail was finally exposed! The indignities! The eternal shame! The taunts! At least my resourceful friends and I made that daring break! And none too soon, because I have it from good authority that the naughty guard would soon force my confession to…
Did I post this out loud?
And, yeah, the link does include corvus (brachy notes, arching her eyebrows).
lol, MSK!
Woohoo!
[Sally Field]
“You love me, You really love me”
[/Sally Field]
Well, gee, MSK, I think brachy’s says in a couple of different threads that she was a crow (sort of)…Kind of late to “out” her, isn’t it? Now CORVUS, on the other hand… 
I feel duly qualified to discuss the accuracy of MSK’s post as I have known the defendan… ooops the subject all her life.
Geographic range: yup, she’s been spotted by many birders in the US, Europe and Africa. She’s hard to miss in her crowd of short, black-feathered friends.
Physical Characteristics: She’s a natural blond; stands tall and over the heads of her kind. Caw, Caa, wonk vocabulary have been replaced by: oh dear, oh shit.
Food Habits: article made a serious mistake in that it did not mention her obsession with chocolate - with a preference to See’s.
Reproduction: She’s not the type to kiss and tell.
Behavior: intelligent - definately. Nocturnal - yes; check time’s that she has posted to SDMB. Food sentinel? She does tend to stab her fork on your plate to taste your food, but she does say hey, ya mind if I taste that as she leans forward. Food sentinel for chocolate? Without a doubt - she never did share when she was a child either.
Habitat: She hangs out in a bunch of different places like that big NJ junk yard that you can see from Manhattan…
she says its for research, but I won’t be surprised if she and those other “researchers” visit a pawn shop or flea market afterwards.
Economic Importance for humans: Almost singlehandedly supports See’s Chocolates.
Conservation: she’s is certainly one of a kind, however there has been someone else lurking around as well that goes by the name of corvus. Part of the gang that broke out of that Moroccan jail? Approach both with caution and make sure they know early that you are not a bounty hunter.
Brachy, can you maybe de-age yourself like 10 years . . . I dunno how old you are exactly, I just know you’re at least 30.
Then maybe I won’t feel so bad for lusting after you.
*reading what he just wrote . . . * WHAT??? Damn keyboard has a mind of its own sometimes.
In good corvid spirit, I throw myself in the potential path of poison, should any nefarious character try to slip you something less than tasty.
I prefer the term “recycling” or “supplementing my income.” You’d be surprised what folks throw away at the landfi…er, crow habitat.
It’s genetic (re: Mom at Christmas).
And thankfully got out too because I get a strange sense of completion posting right after corvus. Others in the gang may or may not include Raven, The Raven, and corvidae (The Top Banana) - but I ain’t squealin’. We are, after all, a cooperative species.
And iampunha, my dear, sweet hottie. Ye of great hair and (what a) bod! Hate to tell ya, but even 10 years off my age wouldn’t get me to 30.
:eek:
This one’s for you brachyrhynchos!
(Apologies to EA Poe)
To be read in a mild WC Fields voice.
The Raven’s Reply
By: Peter Veale
Swaggering home in raven fashion.
Feeling rather bold and dashing.
Thought I’d do some poet bashing.
Saw this light above a door.
A sign that E.A. Poe was poring.
O’er some problem, bleak and boring.
Like, how to rhyme with “Ullalume”,
or find a maiden named “Lenore”.
And when I heard the nutter mutter,
“Oh, my lost Lenore!”
I tapped my beak,
upon his door.
Presently, the joyous mortal,
opened up his gloomy portal.
Eyed me with misgiving,
and inquired what my my visit was for.
I said I was a poor old raven,
tuckered out and seeking haven.
Might I rest a while upon,
the bust of Pallais, o’er his door?
“The bust? Well if you must…”, he answered,
clearly shaken to the core.
“But what news have you,
of Lenore?”
“By Jeeze”. I mused. “By flaming golly.
This man is clearly off his trolley.
I’ll play upon his melancholy.
As I perch above his door.”
I said, “Dear brother Poe, I’m sorry,
for I cannot ease your worry.
Except for some small provision,
that you might bring me from your store.”
“A piece of steak
would do me nicely,
even oaffal if you’re poor.”
“Oh, then I might remember more.”
“Corrupt and greedy bird, he chided.”
“Is my sorrow, thus derided?”
“One who’s lost a love as I did.”
“Om the night’s Plutonion shore.”
“Regards your attitude as callous,
so, pray quit the bust of Pallais”.
“Where you seem quite disposed,
to spend half the dreary night, or more.”
“And pray, clean up the raven droppings,
from my floor.”
“Before, you’re banished,
from my door.”
I stared him out, I wouldn’t waver.
“Clean up the floor? Do me a favor!”
So I finally got to savor,
some small offering from his store.
He fed me, but I kept on stalling.
Told him I was past recalling.
Anything of his fair maiden,
anything of lost Lenore.
I broke the wretched fellow’s spirit,
with my croaks of; “Nevermore…”.
And I’m immortalized,
for sure…
Great poem, Zenster!
And brachy, you’re just about the perfect age as you are.
It’s always nice to make someone feel complete.
What, me an escapee?
No.
Never.
Hey, what’s that behind you?
::Flees::
<brachy in her best Mae West>
Thanks for the laugh, Zenster. I am printing that poem out. And I am searching for my fish and banana recipe for your food thread. And is that a book of poetry in your pocket or…damn, I can’t pull off a good Mae West.
rjk, right back at you and your dimpled chin!
That’s an encyclopedia in my pocket brachyrhynchos, but I’m still glad to see you liked the poem. It’s one of my all time favorites. I have it committed to my matching encyclopedic memory. Or is that I’ve been committed with my encyclopedic memory? Oh well, never mind here comes the nice man with my food tray again.
I was going to chime in with a heartfelt
“Crows Rock!”
and then all you clever well-spoken types had to shame me into inadequacy with your wit and pithy humor.
But Crows DO rock, damnit.
slinks off sniffling I miss my days in bird rescue. Though we didn’t actually get a lot of crows, though. Too damn many pigeons, and they’re hand-peckers.
Cranky! Bird rescue, I’m impressed. Birds can feet-up faster than anything (imho).
I haven’t handled very many pigeons or doves so I don’t know about their pecking ability (but it makes sense considering their behavior). The worst offenders I’ve handled are the nutcrackers, like cardinals. They manage to find that little piece of skin with just the right amount of nerves and begin the apply the pressure. Yowza!