On Sep 9, 9:15*pm, wrote:
On Tue, 9 Sep 2008 16:09:31 -0400, "Eisboch" wrote:

"Earl of Warwich, Duke of Cornwall, Marquies of Anglesea, Sir Reginald P..
Smithers III Esq. LLC, STP. " wrote in message
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Well you can tell the airboat was too noisy, the damn bird is flying away.


Egrets and Sandhill Cranes *often kept us occupied, watching them from the
deck of the house in Florida.
They walked along the edge of a small, man-made pond/lake behind our house,
with that goofy gait with backwards bending "knees", searching for food at
the water's edge.

There was one crane in particular that really was a pain though. *He had no
fear of humans (because people stupidly fed him bread, etc.) *and would walk
right up and into your house, looking for a handout. *He'd follow you
around, making a pest of himself until you were forced to lure him away with
a chunk of bread. * The neighborhood had named him "Harry" as I recall..

No joke.

Eisboch

My mother had a great white egret that would come in her house for
lunch. One of the saddest sights I have seen was that egret pecking on
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I know the feeling. My aunt had a chicken that would come sit on her
lap. She'd come in through the open window by her chair.