So the world is still turning, time is still creeping along, and I'm hanging out with my dogs on a fine, sunny day. It's a comfortable 47 degrees (f) outside and if it weren't for a splitting headache I'd be hard-pressed to think of a better setting for thought. Halloween doth approacheth. Or something like that. The birds have left on their southward journey, and the squirrels are starting to get that familiar attitude. They want to take us out. The army is building unbeknownst to many.
Alright, the squirrels may not be assembling an army to obliterate the human race, but they're up to something.
On another note, I'm planning my next tattoo. I'm embracing my (not so) inner nerd and am getting a Varied Thrush (bonus points if you know what it is without using your google machine to find out) on my left bicep, with its left wing wrapping around the outside of my arm. It's going to be a labeled diagram of the body and flight feather groups typical to passerines. Pictures as the design progresses. Here's the rough draft:
Thoughts?
Alright, the squirrels may not be assembling an army to obliterate the human race, but they're up to something.
On another note, I'm planning my next tattoo. I'm embracing my (not so) inner nerd and am getting a Varied Thrush (bonus points if you know what it is without using your google machine to find out) on my left bicep, with its left wing wrapping around the outside of my arm. It's going to be a labeled diagram of the body and flight feather groups typical to passerines. Pictures as the design progresses. Here's the rough draft:
Thoughts?
lass:
I'm studying product design . My brief is to study the decline of birds in britain and design a birdbox suitable for these birds! It's been great fun so far