
The Eskimos rubbed blubber on their knives and stuck them into the ice.And now for a story about Eskimos catching wolves.
Yes, this meant there were gull feet with bloody stumps that remained on the ice.
When McGonigle's dad was young, he used to see herring gulls frozen to the ice off Long Island, so he'd chop the living birds at the ankles, and his family ate gull all winter. It makes her think of a decidedly more gruesome story a guy named Thomas McGonigle told her. One day there's a story in the paper about a guy in the Forest Service in Wisconsin freeing a duck frozen to the ice by chopping the ice around its feet with an ax. The silly, dumb news stories in the paper are, well, silly and dumb. She pontificates for a while about human beings and how weird they are. At dusk every evening, a giant flock of starlings takes to the sky, and she finds the sight beautiful. However, she still goes out to look at stuff. Now it's winter again, and Annie spends most of her time writing indoors. However, the temperatures didn't drop enough the night they sprayed the starlings, and most of the birds survived. Then, left exposed to the elements in winter, they'd get wet and freeze to death. The way the foam worked was that the detergent washed away the waterproof coating from the starlings' feathers. This is pretty grim, so you might want to cover your eyes and read the next part through your fingers. Radford officials and biologists got together and decided the thing to do was shoot the starlings with detergent foam. Citizens tried shooting them with shotguns, but there were too many. In January 1972, the city of Radford, Virginia had had enough of the stinky birds. The people of Virginia aren't too happy about this, because starlings are taking over the place. To this end, he imported a bunch of starlings from Europe and released them in Central Park. There was once a guy named Eugene Schieffelin, a rich drug manufacturer (the legit kind) who wanted to introduce all the birds in Shakespeare's work to America. You know we're going to get around to looking at everything near Tinker Creek eventually, so here's what we're looking at now: starlings.