After getting home Sunday night I woke up Monday morning at 6:30 and headed down to the Marina to see what was stirring. Turns out that the place is lousy with grebes, which have apparently converged here in huge numbers for the winter.
Western grebe in Marina del Rey. As I told Audrey, the bird’s red eye is really pretty and also a clear indication of demonic possession.
One of the things I look forward to in January is your yearly post about how you did on your previous year predictions and your new year’s predictions 🙂
Complete and total carnage this year. Predictions that deserve nothing but mockery. Unbridled garbage and drivel. Self-flagellation post to follow soon.
Westley: I’ll explain and I’ll use small words so that you’ll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon.
Prince Humperdinck: That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me.
Westley: It won’t be the last.
I’ll sub-title the prediction recap post “Warthog-faced buffoon”.
I like it, but can it please be “Warthog”?
Why wouldn’t it be? Anything else would just be strange.
So sneaky