[wingspan33]

Since I can see power lines in the picture, I think these (boneless) wings are probably extra crispy! Yum Yum! I wonder, perhaps its egg was scrambled?

Heck, . . . I know, . . . No egg was found!

But Ozone Warbler eggs are sooooo tasty!

[Rick Masters]

No egg was found!

The egg may have been poached!    

[wingspan33]

No egg was found!

The egg may have been poached!    

[wingspan33]

I think that this whole topic is simply a big shell game. But wait, . . . how can an Ozone Warbler, which has no real solid structure of its own, give birth to an egg with a shell? Wouldn't it really be

nothing more than just one big yoke?

[Rick Masters]

May 10, 2018

A team of taxidermists stealthily approach a nesting Ozone Warbler from below.
"Wadda I do now?" asks the novice, nervously.
"When we get up there," says the master taxidermist, "you grab it by its ankle and hold on."
"Why don't you grab it?"
"I'm going to put the rope around it after it calms down."
"After it calms down?"
"Yeah. They don't like it when you grab them by the ankle."
"They don't?"
"No. They kinda go beserk. Ya gotta hang on. Just don't..."
"Don't what?"
"Just don't get under it."
"Why?"

[Rick Masters]

April 30, 2018

High in a lonely forest, the forlorn mating call of an Ozone Warbler echoes across the hillsides.
"Hallop! Hallop!"
Soon a mate will come.
Then, perhaps, an egg!

Unfortunatey, no egg was found.

[Rick Masters]

May 6, 2018

Clacking and snapping, an Ozone Warbler is pulled from its nest by taxidermists on a ladder truck.
Unfortunately, no egg was found.

[Rick Masters]

May 25, 2018

Taxidermists search the nesting crater of an Ozone Warbler for an egg.
"Surely there must be an egg," says the novice taxidermist. "Why else would it nest here?"

As the taxidermists begin to pluck and stuff the creature, the search for the egg continues upslope.
"It must have been carried off by a pack rat," exclaims the novice. "I think it's under this rock."
Unfortunately, no egg was found.

[Rick Masters]

April 30, 2018

Exhausted from carrying the long ladder through the forest, taxidermists rest before climbing the tree.
"I can't wait to pluck it!" says one.
"I can't wait to stuff it!" says another.
Suddenly one jumps to his feet.
"Look!" he cries. "It's trying to lay an egg!"
Unfortunately, no egg was found.

[Frank Colver]

I was told that the reason more paraglider deaths occur in eastern Washington State was not because the desert side of the state had more turbulent thermals but because the forested western side trees created a safety net for crashing PG's. The trees save lives by injuring but not killing the pilots.

Rick, keeps score on PG deaths but the number would be massively larger if serious injuries due to collapse or uncontrolled spiral dives were also tallied.

Hmm.....I wonder if the poem "Trees" should be updated?

Frank