Even though I've never seen one in real life, the Loggerhead Shrike has always been my favorite birdie. Shrikes feed on insects, rodents, and even small birds. They often impale their prey on thorns or barb-wire fences. In some of the older bird books, the authors scorn the Shrike and find their impaling skills appalling. I've always applauded their impaling skills. I've spent many school room hours day dreaming about car-sized Shrikes that impale nuns to flag poles, tree branches, playground equipment, crosses and TV antennas. God save the Shrike! We mean it man!
Another country western christmas ornament - see Cowgirl #1. So this is either an extra large cowgirl, or a small horse. When the inside lights are lit, the proportions look even stranger. This Christmas I'm going with traditional snowmen, angels, Santa Clause and vampire tree ornaments.
They handed these match books out at the Yorktown Cinema when Alien debuted. Theaters used to give you great stuff: see my vomit bag for Mark of the Devil in January postings. If I remember correctly they handed out joints when we saw Refer Madness, little bottles of liquor when we saw The Lost Weekend and when we saw Behind the Green Door they gave out rain bonnets. They should've handed out sympathy cards for the last few movies we went to see.
All my life things have been what they have been. I thought I was on top of the world when my boss over at the Church Cake Sale Management Company put me in charge of measuring kitchen tables: But never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would become the junior assistant to the assistant of the assistant president of The Miniature Cattle Display Club here in Spiderbone Illinois. It's as if I was drinking a Rob Roy with Roy Clark or hailing a cab for Haley Mills or...dang, I had another one, but it slipped my mind. But anyway my recent appointment has made me the toast-of-the-town in a town where toasting is not an activity to be taken lightly. It seems like just days ago I was living in the boiler room at the Moose Lodge. Now I'm living in the laundry room of a swell apartment building. Things just always seem to work out good for me. Who knows, someday I might own a bait shop or become a camp host! Oh yeah...now I remember, or like tossing a beach ball with Lucille Ball.