Japanese birds from the extra Ordinary

Anyone have a Netflix account and have DVDs mailed to them? I tend to make cranes out of the flap that you tear off to send the DVD back. Why not?

My dad picked one of these up the other day, exclaiming that I was still making these darned-ed "Japanese birds"

"Dad, you mean cranes?"

"...oh yeah. Right."

{Hence todays title.}

Nonetheless, this funny or not-so-funny moment-of-forgetfulness-of-names-of-inanimate-objects is not exactly the point of today's post. I just wanted to share that these Japanese birds don't have to be deep, mystical entities handcrafted from obscure 20th century poetry or Old English manuscripts. Gosh no! In fact, my most recent flocks have been born of magazine leaflets and receipts, because I simply do not have volumes and volumes of Whitman or Shakespeare laying around. But I have plenty of National Geographic magazines, Panera and Starbucks receipts occupying precious desk space. Ah ha! Recycling at its finest!

{Francesca's receipt}

{church bulletin}

{Progressive insurance advertisement}

{Nat. Geo. magazine leaflets}