We found this pelican skeleton (plus feathers, entrails, 'n all) on our walk to Possession Point in Albany. A little further down the beach we saw another dead bird lying on its back with its claws grasping the air. And back at the car we suddenly noticed, tucked up under the bumper, the bird we thought we had road-killed some three hundred kilometres ago. Yuk! I had to lever it out with a stick.
Three dead birds in one day. That's gotta be bad luck in some superstition.
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