Hello, everyone. This isn't Bill of the Birds. This is his wife. BOTB is geographically indisposed for the foreseeable future, and he has asked me, while sitting at Phoebe's basketball practices and games, attending PTO meetings, photographing our kids and dogs, cleaning closets, mowing the lawn, and continuing to carry coals to the homefire, to keep his blog going in his absence. Whoa. That almost turned into a rant. But we all know I don't do that.

Birdchick asked me to blogsit for her two Decembers ago, and look what happened.

I'm happy to report that, in addition to the partial and woefully incomplete list of responsibilities listed above, I will not be composing Bill's posts. There is only so much a Science Chimp can do. And I wouldn't attempt to match the unique mix of fabulous photography, zaniness and introspection that BOTB delivers. Instead, Bill threw together a mini-carnival of sorts. You'll be treated to the photos and musings of some cyber-friends. It should be interesting to see what they decide is fit fodder for Bill's blog, no? First to respond was Rondeau Ric.

Here he goes:

BOTB has a slight obsession with Giant Things and they show up here on an irregular basis.

My thing is signs, the odder the better.

I got a few strange looks going into the men’s room at the local bar to get a shot of this.
How often do you need to service your dinosaur?

I found driving in Scotland a bit like driving in West Virginia, narrow roads, speeding locals and single lane roads but at least they warn you in Scotland.I guess this hydrant is only good for dogs.
And my all time favourite. (Note: I am leaving this spelling intact because Rondeau can't help it. He's from Canada. I also think it's cute.--Zick)



If you have permission, is it still trespassing?

Hope you are enjoying yourself, BT3.

Zick: Thanks so much, RR. Sparkling, quirky, just right. I'll look forward to seeing what tomorrow brings in the BOTB blog carnivalette. Consider that a nudge, carnivaletters.