Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter
Monday, April 11, 2005
Incoming... he's on a mission, ready to commit Hari-kari if need be. Incoming, was heard before seen, it's all instinct from here. A conscious deviation from his scheduled formation with a constant series of annoying honks, he's flight rage incarnate... Maybe he's had a bit too much to drink, or has the most unfortunate fear of heights. But here he is, incoming with a quick descent, neck outstretched and sharpened beak poised for some serious cross goosing.