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New Yorker Rejects #7

Every now and then, an informal meeting of Portland-based, professional cartoonists takes place here in town. And I get an invite. It's not like it's an official thing, but

The Cassowary

Silence. I exhaled between footsteps. The leaves were wet, but even a small noise might give me away. No water bottle, no camera, no dangling binoculars to click against each other. A waterproof

The Osprey

With determination fueled by adrenaline, I approached the bedraggled osprey, ready to perform an impromptu rescue, only to find myself outsmarted by a grand display of avian defiance: a majestic aerial departure punctuated by a poignant avian "gift."