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Verbing Weirds Language only if you're expecting it to work in a simple way. This is a special case of the more general truth that Language Weirds.

Only when a republic's life is in danger should a man uphold his government when it is in the wrong. There is no other time.

The church says Earth is flat; but I have seen its shadow on the moon, and I have more confidence in a shadow than the church.

If we can't find Heaven, there are always bluejays.

Wednesday, March 06, 2013

Two birds

Since I changed my office I haven't gotten many bird photos, but here are a couple - a blue jay and a Carolina wren.

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At 4:23 PM, March 06, 2013 Kathie had this to say...: Birds say: "That good-for-nothing Punxsutawney Phil predicted Spring would be early, but he lied."

BTW, is that green vine in the second photo poison ivy?
At 5:12 PM, March 06, 2013 The Ridger, FCD had this to say...: Yes, I think it is.
At 3:29 PM, March 07, 2013 Mark P had this to say...: Most poison ivy around here (NW Georgia) loses its leaves in the winter, so it might not be. On the other hand, unless I'm positive, I give anything with "leaves of three" a wide berth.
At 1:54 PM, March 12, 2013 Kathie had this to say...: I suspect the poison ivy's just leafing out in the DC area now, as those look like fresh leaves.

I got the worst case one early spring when I was clearing brush and pruning bushes, and there was a leafless vine I was taking out of the hedge. Although I was wearing long sleeves and work gloves, I occasionally stopped to wiupe the sweat of honest labor(!) from my face. Turns out the bare vines are also poisonous -- fuzzy and rust-colored, FYI. One eyelid swelled totally shut, which was the worst of the lesions.

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Wednesday, March 06, 2013

Two birds

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