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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Hey! I’m Edward.  I’m a writer, entrepreneur, and I’ve got a voice like an angel-please don’t be intimidated by me.</description><title>KiNdAfaBuLous</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @kindafabulous)</generator><link>http://kindafabulous.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>The Real Life Raven-That's Not So Raven</title><description>&lt;p&gt;High above my charming, suburban I.R.L. Gingerbread House/English cottage, there lives a giant &lt;i&gt;bird of prey.&lt;/i&gt;  He or she resides in the massive, sequoia-esque pine tree in my front yard.  As you all may know (or may not know if you&amp;#8217;re new to my blog), I am terrified of birds.  Their nervous, fluttery energy petrifies me, and I&amp;#8217;m always scared that I&amp;#8217;ll be clawed by a bird and scarred for life.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;One might say this heightened fear of the bird may be attributed to the canary that bit me on the nose when I was a little boy, the movie &amp;#8220;The Birds,&amp;#8221; and the Edgar Allen Poe story &amp;#8220;The Raven&amp;#8221;; or one might just say I&amp;#8217;m a freaked out, neurotic, head-case &amp;#8220;who be dealing with some issues that you won&amp;#8217;t believe.&amp;#8221;  Either way-I&amp;#8217;m scared of birds. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;One thing that scares me more than living birds is actual, &lt;i&gt;dead birds&lt;/i&gt;.  Without jest-I ask you-how revolting it is to see the carcass of a dead, mauled bird?  Live pigeons are disgusting, and dead pigeons are abundantly more so!  It&amp;#8217;s like the fleeting nature of life is constantly thrown in your face when you see a dead bird, and it&amp;#8217;s just so gross!  I almost wish that they didn&amp;#8217;t exist just so I wouldn&amp;#8217;t have to look at their dead carcasses on the street (okay, fine, I do wish that they&amp;#8217;d exist).&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Recently, I&amp;#8217;ve been noticing some strange things in my front yard.  Namely, I&amp;#8217;ve seen feathers everywhere, and I&amp;#8217;ve also noticed a bunch of chunks of feathers on the grass (with residual red stains on them).  Now, I&amp;#8217;m no bird anatomist, but I would venture to say that these &amp;#8220;chunks of feathers&amp;#8221; are nothing more then the &lt;i&gt;remains of the half-eaten birds&lt;/i&gt; this giant bird of prey has been feasting on in my tree!  Of all places to snack on a crow, this giant bird of prey has chosen my tree and my front yard to dispose of them in!  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Is that not the most Edgar Allen Poe-ian, cruelly ironic thing you have heard of?  This giant, raven-esqe bird is literally eating other birds and coughing up their dead bodies in my front yard in some gory spectacle for me to take not of, and it&amp;#8217;s abominable and horrifying and so not very Raven!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://kindafabulous.tumblr.com/post/16191174486</link><guid>http://kindafabulous.tumblr.com/post/16191174486</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2012 14:45:00 -0800</pubDate></item></channel></rss>

