So last post was a bit on the dark side. Not sure what talk of a dirty deed done dirt cheap gets you on the parental controls scale for the web, but we here at LifeIntrigued have little regard for censorship. Be damned Mr. Rogers, bring on the dancing horses. Actually I better be careful or they might not let me in the collegiate campus safe zone Oh No Mr. Bill. (Note, I was trying to get Mr. Salty and Mr. Hand worked into the same paragraph but I got nuthun”.
Hell, let’s focus on another Killer!
What you see here is a stone cold devil spawn of a bird. Murderer of many, savior to none. Just look at those eyes, burning death, piercing stare, a witness to the bloody pools of ruin left in the wake of destruction and pillage that is sure to accompany any encounter.
“You talking about me? You talking about ME… then who the hell else are you talking”. Lighten up Francis (or Bickle). To be honest, it is quite possible this particular bird just got roped with a bad name. It could be a sweet sweet bird that opens doors for little old ladies and helps the blind to see.
Hit the jump to see a few more shots of the Killdeer.