And now for a less violent post.
Pheasant in my backyard. Actually, I think this pheasant was in my neighbor's backyard. But I could still hear it squawking which meant I was delighted to scare it away and take a photo.
Pheasant in my backyard. Actually, I think this pheasant was in my neighbor's backyard. But I could still hear it squawking which meant I was delighted to scare it away and take a photo.
Happy spring, everyone! (Except for those of you who think the entire baseball season is over and think it's funny to make fun of my love for the Detroit Tigers. Happy kiss-my-ass to you people. That's not violent, is it?)
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