In the absence of friends I have created an imaginary friend named Bloggie.
Knowing there are two nets, the second one being the Internet where Bloggie
lives and the first being the large butterfly net they'll throw over me should I
actually start talking to Bloggie, we keep our distance.
We don't
talk. I write and leave it at that. As friends we haven't much history. I
attended a moronic high school, while Bloggie has been relegated to the school
of thought. But enough about Bloggie. Anytime you want to meet him you can
visit, www.zobosticleft2write.blogspot.com.
What I really came to talk about today is the humor of crows.
Many
don't realize it but crows have a wicked sense of humor. I remember one crow in
particular. When I met him he was living in San Diego. His name was Juan and
he had not only smuggled himself across the Mexican border but had then taught
other crows how to get across.
Juan's humor wasn't slapstick or anything
like that, it was more early phone pole humor - one
liners.
The last time I saw Juan he was the opening act for a crow magician.
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