Some songs from the late 1960s, and…
I think that 1965-1975 was just about the best time for music.
They’re all good dogs.
When people talk about the various flavors of wine I never know what they mean. For me wine either tastes good, is mediocre or outright bad. And – if it’s good enough to drink, I cook with it. No such thing as cooking wine.
We all know this, and it really applies to fruit flies.
I always wondered who thought that one up.
Pesky joint problems.
Woodstock being creative.
I would use a similar graphic when I taught entomology or evolution. The 3rd generation is shortest, the fourth the longest. The ones that yo are seeing now are the great-great grandkids of the ones that you saw last August.
And that my friend is why you should question what you eat. Now on to some editorial cartoons.
Oops.
Practice what you preached.
Star Wars meets Trumpidonia, a villainous place.
Darn, that’s where they’re hidden. And finally…
The final twenty years of travel for a Steppe Eagle banded and radio tagged in Russia. Bet that one had stories to tell. Managed to cross over and live through numerous wars and armed conflicts.
More tomorrow…
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