Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Too Much Pork for Just One Fork

What in the name of Kentucky Fried Chicken is THAT?


This pterodactyl has been sitting high up in a tree in my backyard for hours this morning, just sitting and staring...plotting. Have I mentioned lately that birds scare the holy bejesus outta me and I think they're all a bunch of flying jerks? Because they do and they are. Even at a distance you can tell he's gonna be a big mofo.



Just look at the size of this freak! I'm telling you, he winked at me, like he knows something. I hope vulture isn't on the endangered species list, because this sucker should do nicely in the backyard deep fryer. Budweiser-batterd fried vulture and banana puddin' with extra skin, now that's a feast the pilgrims can be proud of.

1 comment:

  1. We had a hawk that would frequent our back yard too over the summer months rather early in the AM. I saw him catch a few smaller birds and tear their head off, then feast on the tiny little leftover.

    I always wished he'd screw with a couple of the local dogs and cats just to be an asshat, but he knew his limits and never did.

    I love seeing bigger predator birds hanging out near my house, they are beautiful to look at and they keep the mice in check.