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Tuesday, August 07, 2001

Seen on the way back from lectures this morning:
  1. A Peewee stalking a Magpie. Every so often, it took off, bombed the magpie, and went back to its spot a few peewee steps behind again. The magpie mostly ignored it. Of course, it could, since the magpie was twice the size of the other bird.
  2. A duck doing something inexplicable, holding its wings down around its feet. I thought maybe it had cold legs, until I walked past and saw tiny bundles of fluff huddled underneath it. Ducklings, born too early into cold since it isn't even spring yet, being sheltered underneath their mother. Very clever, and quite sweet. I still don't like ducks, though. They're evil MoFos.
  3. A guy speeding past me full tilt on his bike, but without his hands on the handlebars. Rather, they were in his pockets. I shared the sentiment. It's not really that cold, but the bloody wind...

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