I think they're low fliers, preferring to go from cover to cover. They like woody areas.
So it sort of the like the quail/grouse/pheasant flying preferences? Most excellent.
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deborah grabien - Apr 04, 2005 11:11:46 am PDT #1043 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
sumi - Apr 04, 2005 11:24:38 am PDT #1044 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
Right -- those are all galliformes.
Pix - Apr 04, 2005 11:25:03 am PDT #1045 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Except they really don't fly so much as flop upwards, in my experience.
Beverly - Apr 04, 2005 12:08:40 pm PDT #1046 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
"As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly."
Oh come on, it was right there, making faces. Somebody had to say it.
Beverly - Apr 04, 2005 12:10:06 pm PDT #1047 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
The drabbles today have been gut-churningly powerful. I love the photo-drabbles.
I just haven't been able to come up with anything yet.
SailAweigh - Apr 04, 2005 1:47:04 pm PDT #1048 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
I've got to think. Many of those pictures don't ping me yet. But that happened last time, too. They're like mold, one tiny spore and a whole freaking colony blooms, eventually.
Atropa - Apr 04, 2005 2:00:14 pm PDT #1049 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
The drabbles have all been fantastic. I haven't had time to write any yet, but you better believe I'm going to ...
deborah grabien - Apr 04, 2005 2:06:51 pm PDT #1050 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
In non-drabble news, the trials and tribulations of publishing, example 3,147, courtesy of Toni, my editor's assistant:
Hi, Deborah-
I have here the copyedited ms. of Matty Groves. I'd like to send it to you by FedEx. May I mail it to your home address and will you be available to sign off on it, or should I?
We're asking to have it back by 4/15.
Is there any damned reason on this green green planet why they allow so little time? I told Toni that if she can get it to me before Thursday morning, I'll work on it on the NY flight and hand it to Ruth come Monday. But what is it with publishers?
Nicole - Apr 04, 2005 2:39:34 pm PDT #1051 of 10001
I'm getting the pig!
I haven't had time to write any yet, but you better believe I'm going to ...
My day just improved by leaps and bounds!
Anxiously awaits Jilli's drabbles on pics...
SailAweigh - Apr 04, 2005 2:53:35 pm PDT #1052 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Beat It
Cigarette. Enrolled in the textile school for nostalgia. Now, she thinks, it’s all false. Her past unraveled because she has no future. She wishes her cigarette was made of marijuana, that would be true.
Pipe. Stamps due dates in books at the school of Library Science. All those words around him; he can’t write a single thing. His future can’t be written because all the words of the past have burned away. His pipe won’t light.
Hipster. Drunk, as usual. It’s the only way to keep all the numbers from lining up. Then, maybe, E=mc2 won’t burn them all away.