If you take the 520 route over Lake Washington, the two art platforms, typically the Bald Eagles get the North one and the Herons get the south. You never see them switching it up.
When I was 13 my best friend whom I had a huge crush on invited me to join him trying to hit birds with his new Daisy air rifle. I agreed on the principle of never saying no to him, and wound up knocking a wren off a branch - I couldn't find it on the ground after and just hoped it got away okay. Worst feeling ever.
That my friend did in fact let me get naked with him later turned out to be not as much consolation as I needed.
Oh gus, my dad tells a similar story, shooting a bb gun for the first time at about the same age. He was the only one to hit anything, and he shot a bird in the eye. He was so appalled he's hated guns ever since.
Now I'm just trying to NOT imagine him following it up with a little naked cousin on cousin action...heh.
If you take the 520 route over Lake Washington, the two art platforms, typically the Bald Eagles get the North one and the Herons get the south. You never see them switching it up.
That my friend did in fact let me get naked with him later turned out to be not as much consolation as I needed.
Now I'm just trying to NOT imagine him following it up with a little naked cousin on cousin action...heh.
WTF is wrong with you people.