The Newtown Pentacle

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Holiday pretty pictures, in today’s post.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Found an unfortunate chicken on Newtown Road in Astoria a few years ago. It seemed like a cat had gotten at the upper reaches of the thing, so one decided to focus instead on the feet, since “out of frame” is “out of mind.” The family resemblance to Dinosaurs always seems pretty clear when you look at avian feet, no?

Enjoy the roast dinosaur you’re eating today, accordingly.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

That’s my pal Jiminy the Parrot in the shot above, who will describe to you in fairly perfect English how he’s feeling about this or that. Jiminy often completes sentences started by the primates he hangs around with, which is a bit disconcerting. It’s also weird when he calls you a bird brain, but there you go.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

The pigeon above was spotted in Sunnyside one day, and seemed to be considering something massive while a humble narrator clicked away with the camera. For some reason, it made sense that a thanksgiving post at this – your Newtown Pentacle – would be one for the birds.

Remember, you are what you eat, which means that when you start buying presents tomorrow on “Black Friday,” Jiminy the Parrot might call you a turkey or dinosaur – depending on his mood or if he’s green with envy.

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Written by Mitch Waxman

November 26, 2015 at 11:00 am

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  1. I once helped my favorite next door neighbor – a Chinaman – do some work in his back yard. He was very appreciative and asked as a way of thanks to have dinner that evening with his family. Glad to sez I but when seated at the table there was spread out in front of me all sorts of strange edibles I had never seen before including a big bowl of cooked chicken feet. This was a delicacy for the family. The little kids were fressing them up with glee. I tried one and almost gagged. I was not going to nor ever will eat bird’s feet. However, The rest of the meal was scrumptious – I really feasted on that big bowl of white rice. When I went home next door I cooked up a mean dish of good ole Amurcan food: spaghetti and meatballs.

    georgetheatheist . . . #1 Son

    November 26, 2015 at 1:47 pm

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