Steampunk, era of the Quack

Since you've gone to all this trouble to find my blog, I might as well leave something for you to see.

Isn't it cute. surely your stress is leaving you for a moment as you take it in. Imagine yourself up in the skies just floating along in a basket, puffs of steam billowing out behind your contraption, a bird flies by, then another, suddenly you're surrounded as the migratory season begins in earnest. A hissing sound escapes from your balloon; you see a bird sticking out of it. Too bad you didn't bring a parachute.