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I swear, my backyard is like the Zone For Defective Wildlife.

In addition to the assorted not-overly-bright birds that take a header into the glass about once a day (although they generally fly away afterwards, looking dazed) and of course, Lumpy, we now have a Carolina wren with no tail. It's got a little asymmetrical feather stub, about a third as long as the normal run of Carolina wren tails, as if his tail feathers have been pulled out or snapped off in some fashion. (I thought originally he might be a fledgling, but it's got a definite sheared-off appearance.) Being a Carolina wren, he of course holds his tail nub in a very jaunty manner, which makes it even more tragic. I dubbed him "Stubby." Do tails grow back? I realize I don't know jack about birds and the permanence of feathers--I know they molt or something, but not when or how it works.

In other defective-wildlife news, Lumpy's left bot has popped, I think, because the fur has grown back over it, and the whole area looks less swollen. So presumably somewhere there's a nickel-sized botfly larvae burrowing or pupating or whatever it does, having finished its sojourn in Casa del Lumpy. The one on the right side, however, has not yet checked out, so Lumpy will remain Lumpy for a little while longer. (I dunno if I'll be able to recognize him afterwards, although he should have some pretty distinctive scars for a little while.)

Never a dull moment, really...

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ursulav

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I swear, my backyard is like the Zone For Defective Wildlife.

In addition to the assorted not-overly-bright birds that take a header into the glass about once a day (although they generally fly away afterwards, looking dazed) and of course, Lumpy, we now have a Carolina wren with no tail. It’s got a little asymmetrical feather stub, about a third as long as the normal run of Carolina wren tails, as if his tail feathers have been pulled out or snapped off in some fashion. (I thought originally he might be a fledgling, but it’s got a definite sheared-off appearance.) Being a Carolina wren, he of course holds his tail nub in a very jaunty manner, which makes it even more tragic. I dubbed him “Stubby.” Do tails grow back? I realize I don’t know jack about birds and the permanence of feathers–I know they molt or something, but not when or how it works.

In other defective-wildlife news, Lumpy’s left bot has popped, I think, because the fur has grown back over it, and the whole area looks less swollen. So presumably somewhere there’s a nickel-sized botfly larvae burrowing or pupating or whatever it does, having finished its sojourn in Casa del Lumpy. The one on the right side, however, has not yet checked out, so Lumpy will remain Lumpy for a little while longer. (I dunno if I’ll be able to recognize him afterwards, although he should have some pretty distinctive scars for a little while.)

Never a dull moment, really…

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


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ursulav

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Woo! Finally got a chance to RP again after many, many moons...some buddies started up an Eberron campaign. James and I have never actually played anything d20, so there's some rule fumbling still, but it was a fun startup session. I am playing a well-meaning-but-not-too-bright female paladin named Lance.* Lance has a live chicken**. This made combat particularly exciting, as I had to do the first encounter with the chicken strapped to my character's back. Combat does not agree with the chicken. The chicken became distraught. James's ranger ran up, clucking, in the middle of the encounter, intending to soothe the chicken. Unfortunately, he's got a charisma score down in his toes, and was first level anyway, so the chicken became hostile. Nothin' like trying to patch up the fallen while tied to an enraged chicken...

We spent the rest of the session, whenever there was downtime, with James's ranger trying to charm my chicken, and failing miserably. Also, our other friend's psychic whatsit slaughtered our contact. Somebody had to do it, I suppose. It's not a campaign unless you immediately kill the people with all the valuable information, right? So we've started out the campaign by killing someone important, which gets it off in fine style. I'm looking forward to it!



*What? Lance is a good paladinly name!

**It has sentimental value. And eggs.

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ursulav

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Woo! Finally got a chance to RP again after many, many moons…some buddies started up an Eberron campaign. James and I have never actually played anything d20, so there’s some rule fumbling still, but it was a fun startup session. I am playing a well-meaning-but-not-too-bright female paladin named Lance.* Lance has a live chicken**. This made combat particularly exciting, as I had to do the first encounter with the chicken strapped to my character’s back. Combat does not agree with the chicken. The chicken became distraught. James’s ranger ran up, clucking, in the middle of the encounter, intending to soothe the chicken. Unfortunately, he’s got a charisma score down in his toes, and was first level anyway, so the chicken became hostile. Nothin’ like trying to patch up the fallen while tied to an enraged chicken…

We spent the rest of the session, whenever there was downtime, with James’s ranger trying to charm my chicken, and failing miserably. Also, our other friend’s psychic whatsit slaughtered our contact. Somebody had to do it, I suppose. It’s not a campaign unless you immediately kill the people with all the valuable information, right? So we’ve started out the campaign by killing someone important, which gets it off in fine style. I’m looking forward to it!

*What? Lance is a good paladinly name!

**It has sentimental value. And eggs.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.