April 5, 2008

Nothing runs like a coot.
Early season moth. I don't know what kind this is, but I know I have seen them before by the Quaking Bog. Need to hit the books, etymologically speaking.
Chickadee one, you are clear for landing, stump now turning over controls. You have the stick. Over.
I write the song, I write the song...

When coots fly... yeah, that'll be the day..

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