If you have come to this page in a frame from another site, click the Magic Window to break free! "The time has come," the Walrus said, "to talk of many things . . . Of shoes, and ships, and sealing wax . . . Of cabbages and kings. And why the sea is boiling hot, And whether pigs have wings."~Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll While recently collecting freshwater mussels and snails, I noticed heading in a southerly direction a small squadron of flying pigs. Where does the eastern species, Porcus avionius oreintensis, go for the winter? Do they go to Mexico and hang around in the trees like the Monarch butterflies, to the Caribbean and loll around on the beaches drinking margueritas? Or do they disappear into the Amazonian rainforest to breed, and if so, at what age do the fledglings/porklings (forklings?) learn to fly? Also, when might I expect to see them return in the spring? "Come to the edge," he said. "But we're afraid." "Come to the edge," he replied again. So we came to the edge. He pushed us off. And we flew! A Window on my MindPhotography by Alex van Zeggeren Click the Eye to Send one of my Surreal World Postcards! e-mail: crumbcake@netzero.net On the Wing of Madness Defenseless Meditate Sea of Tranquility Crumb's Babes Faded Love Crumb's Midis Crumb's Surreal World Postcards Alma Mater When Pigs Fly Chat Genie Jokes Lyrics to "A Whiter Shade of Pale"
