18 December 2009. Warm winter sun, unseasonable delight. Santa hats, t-shirts and smiles...
Weather for the birds, as one can see. A collation of little ones--house sparrow and finch, with the obligatory pidgeon. Cooing strut--city gait. Tiny violin case with miniature Chicago-style submachine gun (Al Capon--a terrible fate--a terrible pun)--while here, simply the partially puffed chest of an everyday egotist. Not so, research tells us--all behavior has a purpose, ontogeny recapitulating phylogeny, at a very swift clip--round the last turn now, they're neck in neck--it's Fritz by a nose...
Die welträtsel, some would say...
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