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Why that canary? WHY?
The Black Hunter
The key is a minimum of compromise, and a simple,unimpeachable reason to existRegistered User regular
The key is a minimum of compromise, and a simple,unimpeachable reason to existRegistered User regular
Mein canary hath perished.
My mum is in perth (opposite side of australia) and i was charged with looking after the animals.
I went to feed the canaries, but it has a door up the top of the cage, ironically where the birds doodle around. I opened the door and tried to block off the exit with my body. Unfortunately this spooked Mr.Canary, our 10 year old homie, and he flew at the door and hit my face, this did not stop him, he continued pushing until he found the gap at my neck. He then flew low up the stairs, being pursued by my dogs which I promptly screamed at. He ended up in a sort'ov minibarn/shed in the back.
Me being stupid forgot where the nets where, but apparently he was a tame birdy. So i went in with my hands and just missed him. Then he flew to the far corner, where there is a tiny gap.I walked around to the outside to spook him back in further but he flew out onto the telephone lines.
I panicked and shouted for my dad. He had no useful advice. So i ran round to the neighbours with a net as the bird was on their end of the line but when i got there and said why I was there, my dad called me.
Sir Henry Conway had been poached by the local currawong populace.
My mum, is going to gut me and feed me to the geese.
We dont even HAVE geese...
What should I do oh wonderous SE ++, what tales should I tell my mother of her favourite birds' demise
My mum is in perth (opposite side of australia) and i was charged with looking after the animals.
I went to feed the canaries, but it has a door up the top of the cage, ironically where the birds doodle around. I opened the door and tried to block off the exit with my body. Unfortunately this spooked Mr.Canary, our 10 year old homie, and he flew at the door and hit my face, this did not stop him, he continued pushing until he found the gap at my neck. He then flew low up the stairs, being pursued by my dogs which I promptly screamed at. He ended up in a sort'ov minibarn/shed in the back.
Me being stupid forgot where the nets where, but apparently he was a tame birdy. So i went in with my hands and just missed him. Then he flew to the far corner, where there is a tiny gap.I walked around to the outside to spook him back in further but he flew out onto the telephone lines.
I panicked and shouted for my dad. He had no useful advice. So i ran round to the neighbours with a net as the bird was on their end of the line but when i got there and said why I was there, my dad called me.
Sir Henry Conway had been poached by the local currawong populace.
My mum, is going to gut me and feed me to the geese.
We dont even HAVE geese...
What should I do oh wonderous SE ++, what tales should I tell my mother of her favourite birds' demise
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Is there a mine involved in this story?
I thought the only way canaries could die were in mines.
Mines.
The canaray's natural enemy.
I think... I think that is sort of blunt, you know.
The whole 4 words thing.
My mother is bear woman, she tames grumpy horsies and restrains pitbulls all day :O
I will die :'O
Surely she will appreciate that nothing went to waste
I can imagine some terrible waffles. And why add a build up to the grief?
The currawongs ate it
I was thinking a softer way to say it, with some glorious tale on the end.
You know, to make it look like it wasn't my own fault.
Turduckurranaryen.
Screw that, kill your dad, and then say the canary attacked you and your dad died trying to kill the canary before he killed you.
edit: Yep. Good god that's ugly.
Yeah, but what the hell is a currawong?
'hey our city is a bunch of concentric circles and politicians houses and boredom
its fantastic'
That's a currawong.
Come on SE ++
Entertain me in the least :O
And Air:
I haven't met nor seen a politician that I can remember.
And I thought canberra was based on a triangle.
Punk
Leaving shit in mine shafts.
Blaming everyone but themselves.
PI I've already covered that ground.
Move on.
carlos mencia
That's a lie.
A dirty dirty lie...
I hope your house gets broken into and you get bashed by a Bikie gang.
Thats doesn't happen in canberra.
I normally would start a war I couldn't finish, but right now my mind feels like it needs sleep.
The lights all feel way too bright and I feel kinda sick. Im gonna get some water and hit the bed.
But you got off lucky menstealia.
Now go fucking nap.
It's not a nap.
It's sleep.
it is sleeeeep.
penguin incarnate.
im not sure what you are trying to say there
i am going to take my dog for a walk
Hah hah.
A sausage roll?