Choose flying into pylons
Choose a mate. Choose a farmhouse to build you nest on. Choose spearing frogs in a pond in Lithuania. Choose getting your leg ringed by ornithologists. Choose migrating thousands of miles each Autumn and Spring.
Choose cranes.
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Colonel Boris "...a desperate Buzzfeed imitation...",
Fri 2 Apr 2010, 0:45,
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Choose standing around in marshes, puddling your beak through the water in search of frogs, nothing more than an embarrassment to the fluffy, big-footed-freaks you hatched to replace yourself.
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Crystal Magnet Like a diamond geezer, but better,
Fri 2 Apr 2010, 0:48,
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