So my husband and I are flying down the highway when the WordPress Daily Prompt pops up on my iPad with a curious command — “Invent a definition for the word ‘flangiprop,’ then use the word in a post.” Invent! Invent? Why would anyone have to invent a definition for flangiprops? Even if they aren’t native to your part of the world, surely most people remember them!
Incredibly, just as the imperative hit my inbox, we saw a large herd of partially-domesticated flangiprops in a pasture next to the road. They’re rarely spotted in such numbers anymore, their population having been heavily reduced during the Great Flangiprop Slaughter of 1957. They’ve been struggling valiantly to recover ever since, and they generally stay out on the open prairie where they won’t be seen by their only natural predator — man.
These looked well cared for, however, and didn’t seem to be suffering any ill effects from being held in captivity. We were able to snap a couple of quick photos without spooking them, and I’m thrilled to be able to share those with you here, especially this shot of what appeared to be the alpha flangiprop. Perhaps they’re not bound for extinction after all!
Playing for Time 
Feb 08, 2013 @ 09:56:25
Love it!
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Feb 18, 2013 @ 16:03:47
Thanks, Jackie! Love YOU!!
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