I remember when the old spacelab's orbit deteriorated everyone worried about it crashing in their backyard.An asian man woke up screaming it's name and died of a heart attack. I have a pet raven named Loki and a barn owl called Minerva at the ranch. Down the road is an abandoned egg farm with filthy brood sheds. I actually rescued several Mixtec familys living in that squalor and working the local farms. At dusk huge murder's of crows fly past my apartment mimicking some shakespearean battlefield dirge. The local gang of buzzards sleep in a nearby oaktree like something out of the Addams family. Prepare for birdflu <img src="/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" /> I'm wearing all the various religous icons gifted to me over the years <img src="/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" />