Posted by Jonathan on January 2nd, 2006 (All posts by Jonathan)
Hang with the vultures at Chicagoboyz.
Roost with the turkeys at Chicagoboyz.
Sleep with the fishes at Chicagoboyz.
Soar with the eagles at Chicagoboyz.
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January 2nd, 2006 at 9:20 pm
Hanging with the vultures here isn’t all that bad:
Robinson Jeffers.
January 3rd, 2006 at 12:17 am
Where did you take this picture?
January 3rd, 2006 at 1:51 am
Odd that people would choose to rapel down the side of a building carrying buckets.
January 3rd, 2006 at 7:12 am
Nate,
It’s downtown Miami.
January 4th, 2006 at 8:55 pm
Ginny, I liked Mr. Jeffers poem.
I wonder what course it would have taken had he been taking a little siesta!
January 4th, 2006 at 8:57 pm
Jon, “vultures” fine with me but all “good ole boys” I know refer to them as “buzzards”.
January 4th, 2006 at 9:04 pm
Good point Tyouth & sorry; belated link. Don’t know much about Jeffers but this was written fairly late in his life.
January 4th, 2006 at 9:20 pm
Tyouth,
Thanks. I used to refer to them as buzzards (e.g., here) but it seems that not many people use that term online, so I decided to go with the flow. Plus, it is my understanding that in European usage “buzzard” refers to an entirely different type of bird, so why confuse things. It is a no-win situation.