As I sit up here in the lookout and watch gray clouds threaten Corvallis with, oh, maybe a fine mist, I think of the man who, whenever he said "God damn it" or "Oh, God" would always add "Amen", thus turning his outburst from a blasphemy to a prayer of exasperation.
I'll admit to feeling a bit exasperated yesterday, when I made my whiny post.
In response, Peni R. Griffin wrote:
"This should perk you up.
http://www.birds.cornell.edu/ivory/story1.htm
"I thought the bird was gone and all the post-war sightings essentially fairies, like Bigfoot and Chupacabras. It's good to be wrong.
"Of course, it could still be functionally extinct. Or the Present Administration could still destroy it. Expect to get begging letters from environmental groups with Ivorybill Woodpecker logos.
"But for now, just sit and think of that searcher sitting on a log crying for joy: 'I saw an ivory bill!'"
Indeed yes. The ivory-billed woodpecker, noted for being both so large and so abrupt in its takeoffs that it became known as the Lord-god bird (as in, *rustle of wings, flash of black, flash of red, flash of shining razor-sharp ivory, involuntary cry of "Lord God!"*), has been seen among us. That can't be a bad thing.
Lord God no, it can't be a bad thing.
Lord God, no. Amen.
//The Magic 8-Ball says: "You know how to learn the answer to this question."\\
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