But this weekend, Altadena got a thunderstorm and scrubbed its face.
Rinsed out the bits, washed behind the ears.
We clean up real nice if four sides, mashed potatoes, and a bird is involved.
Don't worry, Brat. I mean a really big bird.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Let's get ready to rumble
We're country up here. Dusty overalls, dirty fingernails, toe jam.
But this weekend, Altadena got a thunderstorm and scrubbed its face.
Rinsed out the bits, washed behind the ears.
We clean up real nice if four sides, mashed potatoes, and a bird is involved.
Don't worry, Brat. I mean a really big bird.
But this weekend, Altadena got a thunderstorm and scrubbed its face.
Rinsed out the bits, washed behind the ears.
We clean up real nice if four sides, mashed potatoes, and a bird is involved.
Don't worry, Brat. I mean a really big bird.
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I was on my semi-annual trek to Santa Ynez, where, surpisingly, there wasn't too much rain, at least during the day.
Are those your birds?
But Brat knows that it's a REALLY big bird.
wv: sanciti
I feel blessed, and so should Brat.
Would you care for some grey that sits four feet above the sidewalk?
Who's Brat? Whose birds? How big? Who's on first?
Er.. is that your bird? ;-)
Yeah, Earl. Light or dark meat? I get the drumstick.
(Brat blew in here a couple of months ago on a wing and a prayer. He's an incredible big mouth, but quite a navigator.)
Karin,
Citrus, palm, dark clouds.
I know the internal thrill of SoCal storms, even if they go away real quick.
Anticipation of bird.
TFool
Love the tiles behind the ears. Had some serious lightning and thunder yesterday in Berkeley; I'm usually excited about storms in CA as they aren't typical, but I was walking home from a movie and wasn't thrilled to be carrying a metal umbrella. But my wv is unpoling, so I guess you aren't asking for my opinion.
Hope your house stayed warm and dry? It's so cold outside. How on earth did Brat manage to clone himself like that?
Does he recognize himself in the mirror? Dogs don't (at least most of them don't).
Banjo, you made me laugh. Katie, too. But then, you know, unpoling.
What the flock? I didn't know you'd adopted a bird, too. Brat is a dapper little fellow.
A clone? A mirror? Brat 1 and Brat 2?
What's on second?
Clouds and a storm here, too, eastward. . . I like that classy bird.
It's a mirror. He likes to perch on my Mad Men lamp and admire himself.
Yes, nothing like a So Cal storm. Maybe simply because we don't even get clouds here all that often.
(Katie: Metal umbrella? What were they thinking? What were you thinking?)
Hi Sharon.
WV: Horse. I hope that's not an omen of future adoptions.
The Brat photo is so interesting. It looks like two different birds because the crest is only visible from one angle, and the two images look to be different sizes.
Lamp: Without explanation, I thought it was the back of a couch or chair.
And you and Laurie both have mirror shots today.
Hmm, those aren't your ears, I think.
Guess how long it took me to get the joke? The four sided box threw me. I do like the line up esthetically speaking
while were on the subject of boxes and esthetics...that strange house in the Altoids I think I've mentioned. It's gray, on the south side of Woodberry, a tad west of Marango. The two stories above the garage.
Clever bird! Had me fooled, I thought it was a play date.
Most bizarre place, PA. But that one is not in the Altoids, it's in the deltoids; I mean, Peltoids. What the heck was behind it, besides someone who flunked basic drafting? I almost run into the curb everytime I drive by.
(PJ, he plays with himself.)
Four sides. You clever thing.
And how is it I knew nothing about Brat?! When I was in my 20s, my boyfriend gave me a present of two parakeets. I wasn't really into birds, but ended up just LOVING those little feathered monsters. I named them Rochester and Jane Air (she liked to fly. A lot. Usually perched on the ceiling fan. I actually took out the fuse for that light switch since I was so afraid she'd get hurt if someone didn't see her there and turned it on.)
Chester liked to help me make spaghetti. I'd pour the herbs into my hand and he'd fling them into the pan. Well, he'd try to fling them into the pan. It was a cool dinner party trick.
At one point I rescued my neighbor's little white bunny that her boyfriend had given her for Easter. (What was the deal with all those guys giving animals as presents, anyway?) SHe really didn't want a bunny but I'm a sucker for any unwanted animal. Bunnygirl and Chester became buddies. She'd sit by the couch and he'd perch on her head. Up until then I really thought birds had no personalities at all.
I try to ignore that house. (Yes, it's in the P-dena.) Worse: that one on Orange Grove with the added, oversized second storey. I don't know exactly which cross street.
My daughter's parakeets take umbrage to that pretty bird in a mirror being beside a label implying that he might be a really big bird whose days are numbered.
Great photos. I'm loving the weather up here in the country. Well, almost the country here in the north Peltoids.
I thought there were two birds, too: the Brat duo.
That's a beautiful bird. A beautiful gray.
toe jam? I knew it
Yay! Doing the Happy Dance for Pepe!
Good woik KB!
Love those 2 little guys. I have a couple of them,and they are a most wonderful bird.
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