“This morning, my cat woke me up early, and as I was using the john, I opened the window so she could peak out and heard a normal quail. Bob White, Bob White, Bob White. Soon his voice was overridden by a closer, louder quail, Bob-bob White, Bob-bob White, Bob-bob White. At first I thought he must have a lisp or a stammer, but I finally decided he was just syncopated -- a jazz quail.”
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The Jazz Quail
Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury and remedying it. ∼ J. K.…
When you fail to prepare, you prepare to fail.
Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid. ∼ Homer