Tribute to walking birds

In times like these one must ask oneself: "Who deserves a tribute?" The answer has evaded many of our great leaders and senior officials. However, after months of introspective contemplation and the process of elimination, I have identified the one essential element of the universe left un-tributed - the self tribute having been done months ago (see Tribute to Beautiful but not till you finish reading this) - and that essential element is walking birds.

Although previously thought to be no more than ancient myth, recent publications have produced hard hitting facts proving beyond a reasonable doubt that the evidence of the ability of birds to walk is stronger than say, the misfitting of an arthritic man's glove. Classic examples of these publications include best selling author Herbert George Wells' little known gem "The War of the Worlds" as well as the animated adventure series "Duck Tails". Both publications were popularized when translated to video in which main characters were generally played by quacks.

Scientists, different kinds of scientists and Scientologists alike agree that recent publications hold compelling evidence of our delicious 2 legged friends' ability to strut. This high resolution video was recently uncovered may hold the truth about these flying felines(some detail may be lost by those not using HD monitors with cat-like response times):


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K, this blog entry is getting longer than I originally planned so lets get right to the point. I found some bird footprints. Some of you may have already guessed that they are the eerily large ones in the picture at teh top of this post. You people would be wrong... if I was lying which i am not; so that makes you correct and a winner in your own hearts and minds. So I now have this evidence of birds walking on the snow of my mom's driveway. There were two of them and they were pretty big. They came from the back and walked up the driveway. They turned left to the neighbor's and went up to the front door. There they probably realized that they couldn't break through the door impenetrable handle technology without trained human hands, then turned back towards the driveway and out onto the streets. Whether they were responsible for the Johnson's sudden foreclosure or it was his crippling gambling addiction will remain a mystery for now. But one thing has become devastatingly clear: and this is that the theme song for Duck Tales animated adventure is a national treasure and should be guarded at all cost to human kind.



In all fairness I don't know what left those tracks in the snow on that fateful day, but I do know that I won't be going into the backyard EVER without my trusty Amazonian machete and at LEAST 3 cans of spinach.