. . . zero birds in the hand is worth eight in the bush.
That’s right, mes chers lecteurs; there be eight identifiable birds in that bush. Meaning, you can definitively recognize them as birds (having recognizable bird characteristics).
Now, you have to be a bit careful because the milkweed seed pods, tend to have bird-like shapes depending on their orientation, but they don’t have legs, beaks, tails, or feather markings.
Haven’t been around much, and part of the culprits are the two remaining sins of the SDS Challenge, Pride and Sloth — as in I ain’t got much of the first and too much of the second.
That’s right, I’ve still not written my Pride story. At this point, I don’t know if I will. I might let the Broxson Twins duke it out (although I’ve not heard from them either — they had said their stories were almost done, so I assume any day now).
That is a sweet potato … one of three that I found crammed inside a six-inch pot I was cleaning out. We had planted a sweet potato vine in the pot (they have nice ornamental leaves and are a favorite of passing deer). I wish I had a photo of the plant, but I didn’t snap any so — if curious — you’ll have to look it up on the InterWeb.
Disperser Tracks 