Fowles in the Frith
Wherein Ye Olde Webmistress of said blog is going out of her mind trying to sleep while a hundred thousand birds hold speed-dating sessions outside. And y'all KNOW I love birds, but this is Madness, I tell you, Madness! I'm going to buy some Gorram earplugs today, I'm going mad with the constant noise!
Jan Fyt. Bird Concert. 17th-c.
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Jan Fyt. Bird Concert. 17th-c.
5 | Fowles in the Frith Fowles in the frith, The fisshes in the flood, And I mon waxe wood Much sorwe I walke with For beste of boon and blood. | birds/woods must go mad sorrow bone |
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posted by Anniina | 6:15 AM
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I never tried speed-dating, but I'd be willing to bet if the participants chirped like birds no one would notice the difference.
"So, what do you do? Would you like to get some coffee" (repeat, repeat)
I haven't tried it either, but I bet you're right!
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