So, I'm just sitting here, typing out my Dictionary Manager application, and I look outside in the little raised garden outside the window. There's this little brown and white bird, not even the size of my fist, just hopping around, looking for food. I watch it, and it flies over a bit to the other side, then bam, eats a shad fly. I've never seen a bird just stand there and eat a fly like that. It sorta tried to escape, but the little bird just ate the even smaller fly with no issue. Crazzzyy.
Woah!
Just outside, I was a little mole running in the yard! Crazier!
Now, believe it or not, but there's a heron at the shore now!!!
Post edited at 7:16 am on July 4, 2008 by Tavis
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