Heh heh. You thought you'd get through a week without a picture of a bird. Wrong-O, Hartz Mountain breath. We end our desert interlude with this picture of starlings at Nelson's bird feeder.
Starlings are awful birds. They have no song, they have no style. They're just aggressive and obnoxious. The Republicans of the bird world, if you will. If shotguns weren't frowned upon where Nelson lives, we'd give him one.
Desert Interlude: Starlings
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