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(BBC)   UK town terrorized by Hitchcockian bird attacks caused by . . . one disheveled-looking crow?   (bbc.co.uk) divider line 34
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2013-07-09 01:29:56 PM
forum.gon.com
 
2013-07-09 01:40:15 PM
3critical.files.wordpress.com
 
2013-07-09 01:41:27 PM
Someone throw up Jon Snow and we're done here.
 
2013-07-09 01:42:47 PM
Don't let it drip blood in your eye or it'll turn you into a fast zombie
 
2013-07-09 01:44:53 PM

ringersol: Someone throw up Jon Snow and we're done here.


i.qkme.me
 
2013-07-09 01:46:55 PM

ringersol: Someone throw up Jon Snow and we're done here.


Nevermore.
 
2013-07-09 01:48:13 PM
images.wikia.com
Can we at least get an internet meme out of this train-wreck of a movie?
 
2013-07-09 01:49:56 PM
I know they don't get firearms across the pond, but do they get BB guns?
 
2013-07-09 01:50:52 PM
buncha pussies... can't handle a single crow? I've had a whole family of magpies vying for a spot on my kitchen windowsill - they're not scary, they're funny and really intelligent.
I fear more from other humans stupidity. Nature is what it is, and when all else fails, work with it and get over it.
 
2013-07-09 01:52:42 PM
THE RAVEN

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore -
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
" 'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you" - here I opened wide the door; --
Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" -
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more!"

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more. [column 5:]

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never - nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting -
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!


/Oblig (i.e. 9th grade English)
 
2013-07-09 01:53:55 PM
I have the mockingbird from hell living in the tree out back, can I get a story too?

It does attack my grandmother's idiot dog, so I don't complain too much.

/the fun of having adjoining property, I have to spray the damn thing with a hose so my son can play in his pool but then the bird usually turns its hatred to the idiot dog next door :)
 
2013-07-09 01:54:13 PM
You know who else is an old crow?

revrendjim and  demaL-demaL-yeH
 
2013-07-09 01:54:24 PM
Go home Crow, you're drunk.

Why does the crow in the picture have a chin?

Birds don't have chins. It's a demon!
 
2013-07-09 01:55:04 PM

nmemkha: THE RAVEN

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore -
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
Only this and nothing more."


Quoth the raven, "Eat my shorts!".
 
2013-07-09 01:57:47 PM

dittybopper: nmemkha: THE RAVEN

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore -
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
Only this and nothing more."

Quoth the raven, "Eat my shorts!".


Exactly what I was think of when I posted.

The Simpsons/James Earl Jones reading is my favorite.
 
2013-07-09 02:00:10 PM
images4.wikia.nocookie.net
 
2013-07-09 02:04:59 PM
1 12 Gauge birdshot shell would fix the problem.
 
2013-07-09 02:08:55 PM

nmemkha: THE RAVEN

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore -
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
Only this and nothing more."


I love that poem, there's something about it that is just awesome. And since we're on the subject...
 
2013-07-09 02:19:38 PM
lazy cats.
 
2013-07-09 02:37:39 PM

Does he have a drinking problem?


thegrittychimp.files.wordpress.com

 
2013-07-09 02:38:06 PM
What happened to the UK? Rulers of the largest empire to terrified of a crow.
 
2013-07-09 02:39:09 PM
nmemkha: THE RAVEN

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore -
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
Only this and nothing more."



Ravens aren't crows. Oblig it for the raven thread.
 
2013-07-09 02:41:26 PM
Just shoot the damn thing.

Oh wait...
 
2013-07-09 03:00:44 PM

ringersol: Someone throw up Jon Snow and we're done here.


static.guim.co.uk
 
2013-07-09 03:29:04 PM
Where's pasty English superman when you need him?

img.thesun.co.uk
 
2013-07-09 04:04:25 PM
FARK! FARK!

i1.ytimg.com

FARK!
 
2013-07-09 04:06:43 PM
www.theblindcard.com
 
2013-07-09 04:16:16 PM

CoRrUpTeDbUdGiE: buncha pussies... can't handle a single crow? I've had a whole family of magpies vying for a spot on my kitchen windowsill - they're not scary, they're funny and really intelligent.
I fear more from other humans stupidity. Nature is what it is, and when all else fails, work with it and get over it.


I like magpies, I think they're actually pretty birds and get a bum rap as "nuisance birds".
As for the crow, I wouldn't be totally surprised to find that at some point it had been a pet and is just lost, trying to get back inside...
 
2013-07-09 05:00:03 PM

oldfarthenry: Can we at least get an internet meme out of this train-wreck of a movie?


www.mindhuestudio.com
 
2013-07-09 05:16:21 PM

boarch: nmemkha: THE RAVEN

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore -
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
Only this and nothing more."


Ravens aren't crows. Oblig it for the raven thread.


"Quoth the Corvus" doesn't have the same ring.
 
2013-07-09 07:43:12 PM

oldfarthenry: [images.wikia.com image 300x300]
Can we at least get an internet meme out of this train-wreck of a movie?


"My hat is a bird
Your argument is invalid"

???
 
2013-07-09 08:45:51 PM

Mikey1969: As for the crow, I wouldn't be totally surprised to find that at some point it had been a pet and is just lost, trying to get back inside...


THANNKS A LOT NOW I'M SAD

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2013-07-09 10:03:51 PM
Is it a cock oe a hen?
 
2013-07-09 11:28:26 PM

boarch: nmemkha: THE RAVEN

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore -
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
Only this and nothing more."


Ravens aren't crows. Oblig it for the raven thread.


Actually, all ravens are crows, if we`re talking about the Crow family. All crows are not, however, ravens. It`s mainly in North America that the term crow is used for a specific species, i.e., the American Crow, while the term crow, or corbie, or whatever in Europe was used for just about every member of the family, including, of course, the raven.
 
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