A selection of Various Birds
Baby Shower
Shirlette (middle row , third from left) had anticipated the usual shower, but once again, it had turned into a downpour, flooding everything. The Channel 11 weather man had promised light showers, but, as usual, he was wrong. She wondered if the Truth In Advertising laws might apply; she made a note on her iPhone to email her congressman about it. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Red Neck Blues
Jerome was growing more concerned by the day; as he matured, his neck grew to be bright red. Just last week he had been called a Communist, a Republican, and a Good Ol’ Boy, but what if his not using sunblock had let skin cancer get started? What was the fix, remove his neck? He guessed that option was better than nothing, but he would look kinda short and stumpy, like a lot of the rednecks he had seen on TV. . . . . David, Sf.G.
That Old Coot!
As Jimmy and Cyndie (front) swam by, Hank (back) said to Kenny (also back), “She’s kinda cute, ain’t she?” “But look at the size of the beak on her!” “Pay no attention to that old coot,” said Jimmy, “He’s just been drinking to much of that swamp water, and he’s uncouth to begin with”. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Old Blue Eyes
While listening to Rush Limbaugh on AM radio one day, Keith heard an ad for colored contact lenses that claimed they could change your life. He wondered if he got blue contacts if he would sing like Frank Sinatra, “Old Blue Eyes”, his musical hero . . . . David, Sf.G.
Alternative Energy
Gerry had been quite keen on the concept of alternative energy, that is, until he went to a seminar in downtown Houston sponsored by Al Gore, Lady Gaga and some illustrious professor from the University of Phoenix (on line). The argument for wind and solar energy was compelling until Al suggested Gerry mount solar panels on his wings to generate power as he cruised, and have a small wind turbine fitted to his beak to take advantage of the high wind speed as he dove. The question was, where was he supposed to put the batteries, because a cord sure wasn’t going to work? . . . . . David, Sf.G.
I Wish They All . . .
The usual beach crowd didn’t mind when kids from Indiana or Nebraska came to try their hand at surfing; the regulars would gladly share the beach. They were, however, more than a little tired of hearing the newbies’ bad imitations of Brian Wilson and the Beach Boys singing “I wish they all could be California gulls”. . . . . David, Sf.G.