frank theriault wrote:
I get pissed off if I step ankle deep into a puddle. That's enough aggravation for me, thank you very much!
Understandable in downtown Toronto but an entirely different experience in the middle of some good scenery and fresh air. You should try it sometime - you might get to like it. VVBG
ps: by "birds", you actually mean birds, right? Not the English slang for lovely young ladies? For that, I might consider the trudge through tundra as worthwhile. <g>
Our (not so) little feathered friends, indeed. Preferable to me as it is still somewhat socially acceptable to serve them on a plate. (VBG, sardonic sideswipe at chauvenism, rabid meateaters, etc) Being woken up to the sound of them battling for favours in the middle of the forest was one of the best alarm clocks I've ever had.
From: mike wilson <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
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Next time we plodge up to our ****s in half-frozen marsh to see some birdies fornicating, I am sure you will be welcome to join in. You have no idea of the fun it can be. 8-)
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I was, of course, referring to knees in the above.....
spindleshanks
