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I am a young man with enthusiasm for life and the things and places it brings me. I have started this blog to share as much of what I see in the world with the world as I can. I hope you enjoy.

Monday, June 15, 2009

The Side Hill Gilly Wopper

The Side Hill Gilly Wopper is a truly mysterious bird. Like all birds, they have feathers. Feathers of all shapes, colors and sizes but not arranged awkwardly. Each bird has a different plumage and molts once a century. The most peculiar trait of the Gilly Wopper is that one leg is always elongated. It can be the right leg or the left but it is this limb which enables it to amble carelessly around Side Hill. Right legged Side Hill Gilly Woppers are able to travel around Side Hill to the left, and left leggers walk to the right. This has created a very strong and interdependant relationship between right leggers and left leggers as things are always needed from both directions. Mates of the opposite leg are usually chosen as it just makes things easier.

Due to their odd appendage, they are able to habitat the strange and mysterious place of Side Hill. It is a steep hill but a hill none the less. It is however too steep and tall for any predator to survive the climb. They would surely fall and be consumed by a large moat of sharpened sticks that the Gilly Woppers have gnawed and collected at the base of Side Hill. This defense has lasted many hundreds of years and has allowed the strange birds to live in a joyful solace for quite some time. They have never been seen by anyone as no one has yet pointed out their existence. Much like the boats of Columbus were not recognized by island natives until they were pointed out by a wise man who could perceive them.

Passerby have only heard their calls which are delicate and intricate as well as robust and deep. I hope to one day hear them again.

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