Before Yoga
After Yoga
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Conversation. Especially literature and language, education, football and baseball, movies, history, then and now, birds, two-lane roads. "Banjo" is a fun word, and the instrument can make fine music. But this isn't really a blog about banjos, except in the metaphorical sense of interesting sounds riding across a valley from one porch to another. Click on any photo to enlarge. Students, remember to footnote. All text and photos: © 2009-2014 Banjo52
7 comments:
These photos are amazing.
So lovely and quite fetching.
Thanks, you two.
So where do you stand? Do you prefer, scarlet or blue Mccaws, yoga or baby banjo pickers?
No real pref on macaws, PA, tho' if you put a gun to my head, I usually choose red of anything. I've never tried yoga, but I've witnessed it, and I choose banjos played decently. I also give extra credit to kids.
I know people with macaws, and they have scars (the people, not the macaws).
The cockatiel I rescued a couple of months ago? Totally convinces me birds are pure id. Must be something to do with the ability to fly. (Mine has free passage through the house, and nothing clipped. This might meet up with an accident someday, but, with a bird, how can you do otherwise.
AH, I'd NOT like to live with the two birds in the pics. It's gotta be a personal thing--I'm not alarmed by (non-aggressive) big dogs and was once comfortable with horses. But big, loud, foot-shifting, look-you-in-the-eye birds? More power to ya--and to your scarred friends. I must say, the wing-clipping does seem a legitimate issue.
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