Back in September I posted some pics my dad took with his super high-speed digital camera. Five days later, Dr. Flavour left a comment with a very good argument for making the Osprey the mascot of Fakiegrind. Being a creature of the moment, I never noticed the comment until tonight, when Bhakti's post on the moon inspired me to search out the post with my dad's pics.
It is with great pleasure, then, that I introduce the Osprey as the official Fakie mascot. This symbol of soaring individuality will emblazon the Fakiegrind heraldry as we march to do battle with the Xister and his ilk, in the great End-time cataclysmic smorgasbord that has long been prophesied in the Book of Oldness:
And there will come a dark blog out of the east
It will stink like unto strong cheese and its name is Würmworst
And so will begin the end of time time when the forces of evil predictability
will align themselves against the forces of warped indefinableness;
and the outcome will be like unto a great conglomeration of foods
where one's hand is stayed at table for the wild diversity of dish and condiment
but the sponge cake thou shalt not eat, for it shall be stale.
-Book of Oldness; Endthings, 15:84