The day began simply enough, without complications. After a pleasant breakfast and a cup of tea on the porch, watching the local wildlife frolic and feed, I was settling into a calm and reflective mood for the day. Until I noticed it. There, on the green chair. My falconry permit. It was expired. My dreams of a simple and pleasant day began to evaporate under the harsh sun of a necessary trip to the permits office. I could, of course, abandon falconry. That would allow me to avoid the grueling journey through the bureaucracy to obtain the required document. However, I had signed up already, for an exposition of falconry at the Frogsbane Summer Solstice Gathering and Milling About Event. A default would require returning the retainer fee, and forfeiture of a penalty as well. Doubly disappointing to me, was that I had passed up an opportunity to miss the Event, and also emigrate to Froglandia, earlier this year. Relocating had seemed too much of a bother, at the time. Now, with the path before me winding through the Frogsbane permit office, the prospect of relocation seemed like a tragic loss. It beckoned from the depths of the past, like a lost love, gone forever, and forever to be missed with a hollow sense of longing.
He knew he had renew his permit, but he procrastinated and it finally expired.
He sat in the green chair for hours, waiting , and waiting,but alas, he grew tired, and hungry and just left…leaving the permit on the little green chair….His fascination with falcons did not wane..but he couldn’t participate no longer….he thought, maybe it’s still there, on the little green chair…his permit…
He hurried to the Falconry Permit office and YES! It was still there, on the little green chair…all this time and they didn’t call his number yet…
So he resumed his position in the little green chair and patiently waited…..all he could think of was the beautiful falcons soaring into the sky and swooping down, and…
He woke to find it was all a dream and the little green chair in his dream was a reminder to GO renew his drivers license before it expired…
“Say da secret woid and the falcon will swoop down, and you’ll win a hundred bucks” (The secret word for the day is chair … or maybe it’s green? … or perhaps it’s permit?)
Falconry is ok, if you are into killing wantonly and all that. Dog eat dog, right? I prefer pigeonry, using natures anti-ninja bird. It is rather satisfying to flummox my enemies with strategic poopery. My birds seem to relish their work, and I give them only the best. I find for maximum yield, plumage wise, a steady diet of three alarm chili, Ding-Dongs, and blueberry wine really does the trick. Bombs Away!
Mad-ge Dish Soap almost 2 years ago
Fly through Atlanta without The Falcons peanut special and permit. Captain you may please sit in the green chair
Mad-ge Dish Soap almost 2 years ago
Ward…
Yes June
Beaver needs his tail trimmed..
Superfrog almost 2 years ago
Looks like a decoy to attract stool pigeons.
tudza Premium Member almost 2 years ago
Jess incredible, that is.
The Old Wolf almost 2 years ago
Ceci n’est pas une blague.
Brass Orchid Premium Member almost 2 years ago
Braving the Bureaucracy: Episode One
The day began simply enough, without complications. After a pleasant breakfast and a cup of tea on the porch, watching the local wildlife frolic and feed, I was settling into a calm and reflective mood for the day. Until I noticed it. There, on the green chair. My falconry permit. It was expired. My dreams of a simple and pleasant day began to evaporate under the harsh sun of a necessary trip to the permits office. I could, of course, abandon falconry. That would allow me to avoid the grueling journey through the bureaucracy to obtain the required document. However, I had signed up already, for an exposition of falconry at the Frogsbane Summer Solstice Gathering and Milling About Event. A default would require returning the retainer fee, and forfeiture of a penalty as well. Doubly disappointing to me, was that I had passed up an opportunity to miss the Event, and also emigrate to Froglandia, earlier this year. Relocating had seemed too much of a bother, at the time. Now, with the path before me winding through the Frogsbane permit office, the prospect of relocation seemed like a tragic loss. It beckoned from the depths of the past, like a lost love, gone forever, and forever to be missed with a hollow sense of longing.
rastapopilos almost 2 years ago
There seems to be a lot unsaid.
Radish the wordsmith almost 2 years ago
I would pay a million dollars for this NFT, if I had it.
Zebrastripes almost 2 years ago
He knew he had renew his permit, but he procrastinated and it finally expired.
He sat in the green chair for hours, waiting , and waiting,but alas, he grew tired, and hungry and just left…leaving the permit on the little green chair….His fascination with falcons did not wane..but he couldn’t participate no longer….he thought, maybe it’s still there, on the little green chair…his permit…
He hurried to the Falconry Permit office and YES! It was still there, on the little green chair…all this time and they didn’t call his number yet…
So he resumed his position in the little green chair and patiently waited…..all he could think of was the beautiful falcons soaring into the sky and swooping down, and…
He woke to find it was all a dream and the little green chair in his dream was a reminder to GO renew his drivers license before it expired…
coltish1 almost 2 years ago
And, unique among the bureaus of animal husbandry and sport, the Falconry Commission frowns on attempts at bribery.
Linguist almost 2 years ago
“Say da secret woid and the falcon will swoop down, and you’ll win a hundred bucks” (The secret word for the day is chair … or maybe it’s green? … or perhaps it’s permit?)
3hourtour Premium Member almost 2 years ago
…a correction about this piece of art in the bathmat art collection.. .
…bit coin is not accepted…
…the BMF does accept the Froglandian ribbit coin…
…the falcon was your slave once …
…but he isn’t, now…
…the green chair represents nature at rest…
…implying peace…
…though in a corner…
…which could imply punishment…
…that the chair is empty…
…(except-of course- for the expired falconry permit)…
..expresses that there maybe a Hell…
…but it is empty…
…that it was just a constraint…
…like the Boogy Man…
…because the acts of love and forgiveness don’t work on some people…
…only punishment…
…that the permit is expired…
…could imply …
…that the concept of forgiveness was self realized…
…and the ideal of a throne was abdicated for the idea that all men…
…therefore-also all women-…
…are free…
…and created equal…
…‘for the greatest of these is Charity’…
…and Charity begins at home…
… Touche, Frog Applause applause, touche…
…or it could simply mean the person in line for a new falconry permit had to go to the bathroom…
Howard'sMyHero almost 2 years ago
We’ve all been hoodwinked …! Gaggle sez so:
https://knowledgestew.com/modern-sayings-that-came-from-falconry/
Radish the wordsmith almost 2 years ago
This would make a swell bathmat.
6turtle9 almost 2 years ago
Falconry is ok, if you are into killing wantonly and all that. Dog eat dog, right? I prefer pigeonry, using natures anti-ninja bird. It is rather satisfying to flummox my enemies with strategic poopery. My birds seem to relish their work, and I give them only the best. I find for maximum yield, plumage wise, a steady diet of three alarm chili, Ding-Dongs, and blueberry wine really does the trick. Bombs Away!
Oh, and, We Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Permits!
Mad-ge Dish Soap almost 2 years ago
Green Hole in one. Frogs could the hunted.
Nice green croc boots.
Salute Crocodile Rock Elton.
Sisyphos almost 2 years ago
I would never let my falconry permit expire. (If I had one.)
Nor would I leave it on a green chair. (If I had one.)
Nor would I put my green chair and falconry permit in a corner like that. (I don’t; I don’t; I do have a corner. Nobody’s perfect!)