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Never Makes the Newspaper
May 7, 2007 at 9:58 AM
A bear ate all my pigeons, just now, while I was practicing.Thanks, bear.
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Sometimes you're the pigeon.
Sometimes you're the bear.
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I heard the boards splintering and the thrashing chicken wire, but my washing machine got off balance about the same time. I figured it was the laundry, or the boys upstairs, who were watching a movie real loud to counter my practicing.
I wish I'd figured it out. They were racing pigeons from a lineage that worked here in Alaska during World War II. They'd been passed through several hands, including artist Boyd Shaffer, who taught Bob Ross. Big, beautiful, irreplacable birds.
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I am sorry for your loss. These pigeons were your pets and obviously dear to you.
I have been reading quite a lot about bear encounters with humans in the U.S. I also watched an Oprah episode about this. Could it be that their habitat is being eroded? I hope some humane solution to this dilemma is found.
Best wishes,
Luis
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Gabriel, I'm not sure what happened. You could tell me where the website is, and I'd go take a look.
Posted on May 12, 2007 at 5:46 AM
Further more, I told what's his name (hint hint: the one who you're not supposed to know what his name is) to stay out of that cave and not rile up that big hairy animal!
If you have any pictures of yourself growing old behind the typer writer trying to sooth yourself with artificial, inorganic and counterfeit pecking please send it to me, and I will let Johnny (heh oops you weren't supposed to know that)...
I will show him what his shananigans lead to
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