A selection of Various Birds
She Could Only Hum Along
The block party had been a success until everyone decided that they should do a sing-a-long; old rock and roll favorites like the Beach Boys’ “Help Me, Rhonda” and the like. No one seemed to care or understand that Chloe (pictured) really wanted to sing but could only hum along. . . . David, Sf.G.
Uncertain Welcome
Teenage love, the subject of much of pop music, is always a little volatile, and Julietta (left) and her “guy” Ralph (right) were no different, which made her a little uncertain as to whether he was offering a hug, or blowing her off. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Long Term Rates
As Lucinda watched first the male hummingbird fatten up and then the chicks getting fat and ready for the flight from Texas to South America, she wondered, why couldn’t she just negotiate a long term winter rate with Motel 6, stay the winter, and save the grueling flight over open ocean, the FARC rebels in Colombia, Hugo Chavez in Venezuela and who knew what else and the effects of global warming, and just stay home. She couldn’t help wondering what sugar laced hummingbird flatulence from those fat males was doing for global warming . . . . David, Sf.G.
Bad Jokes
Out of kindness, Jimmie, the host of the summer’s end party, invited Vinnie, notorious for his bad jokes, with the promise Vinnie would keep quiet and tell no jokes. After a few beers and a couple of shots of Grey Goose and being rebuffed by several chicks he hit on, Vinnie was not to be denied. Clad only in his Speedo, Vinnie began his repertoire; as expected, the other guests couldn’t take flight fast enough, leaving Vinnie in his Speedo telling jokes to a tallow-wood tree. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Love Potion #9
In spite of his bright coloring, Larry had been a flop with chicks, since 1996. He wondered if he needed a little Love Potion #9. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Pink Stand-In
While attending a “Pink” concert, Bernice had been approached by one of the entourage who asked if she would consider joining the tour and being an emergency lip syncing stand-in. “Of course,” she replied, perhaps a little too quickly, “I can even lip sync under water; watch this.” The call to join the group hasn’t come yet. “Maybe I’m not “pink” enough,” she thought. “Maybe I should be talking to Pink Floyd”. . . . . David, Sf.G.