allegedly NOT leave droppings while in flight? Tell that to my neighbor who told me she got a doozie planted on her head and laundry as she was putting her clothes up on the line.
One time in my youth I was in the back yard tossing a baseball straight up and down. On one of the downward trajectories, the ball had acquired a foreign substance. My baseball had been autographed by a bird - and I'm not talking Sammy Sosa.
Unless a bird had actually perched upon that baseball while it was in mid-air, I'm afraid I can't believe this claim regarding birds not leaving droppings while in flight.
I don't think anyone would be surprised to know that you notoriously leave a bathroom without washing your hands, so quit blaming your "issue" on our poor, innocent, winged friends.
Are you beaking to me? Apparrotly, you've gone cuckcoo! You certainly have gull! Just because you are on some lark, doesn't mean I'm loony. Leave me alone while I watch the Cardinals play.
You certainly are bird dogging me on this post. Where have you been lately? I figured you were flying south. I just stayed home and had some wings, and then went to work to feather my nest.
The readership of this blog would be soaring if your nonsense wasn't ruining migrate posts. Without you, this blog would be humming. Yes it wood, pecker.
(author's note: thank you to Mr. H2O for the above use of his pun from a comment to a separate posting on this blog)
Was that some kind of yolk? I hope so or else I'll be blue, berry blue. I'm not nuts and I'd steak my reputation on it. I have go out and relax on the poach now.
Hey, didn't you go to the Kellogg School of Management? They must have thought you were a flake with all of your corny jokes. Believe me, they're not grrrrreat!
I'm afraid you may be a cereal jokester. I'd join you but right now I'm feeling my oats. I haven't felt this bad since I attended Rice. I think it's something I picked up in the Jim.
Oh yeah, I'm really Quaking. You certainly have a lot of Grits, but I think you've always been jealous because can still pop a Wheaties on my grape bike.
Nut'n Honey! Sorry, I thought I heard my fitness trainer calling. She mentioned that she was the Captain of her aerobic squad as I was doing my crunches. Oh well, I guess that's Life
I'm glad you're taking care of your health - eating apples and doing jumping jacks. Good for you that you're not one of those alpha males although I don't care one bit.
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I believe she could solve that problem by distributing some bottled water throughout the yard with insects inside of them.
One time in my youth I was in the back yard tossing a baseball straight up and down. On one of the downward trajectories, the ball had acquired a foreign substance. My baseball had been autographed by a bird - and I'm not talking Sammy Sosa.
Unless a bird had actually perched upon that baseball while it was in mid-air, I'm afraid I can't believe this claim regarding birds not leaving droppings while in flight.
I think there is a more logical explanation: Did you notice that the inside of your mitt (where your hand enters) had the same stain?
Of course, I was tossing my mitt up in the air as well.
I don't think anyone would be surprised to know that you notoriously leave a bathroom without washing your hands, so quit blaming your "issue" on our poor, innocent, winged friends.
Do you think you're robin me of my dignity? Your insults don't even make me finch. Crow up.
Are you beaking to me? Apparrotly, you've gone cuckcoo! You certainly have gull! Just because you are on some lark, doesn't mean I'm loony. Leave me alone while I watch the Cardinals play.
You really think you're pigeon some heat, don't you? I'm not about to duck.
You actually sound a bit jay-ded. Maybe you need to perch somewhere, have an oriole shake and drop this post.
You certainly are bird dogging me on this post. Where have you been lately? I figured you were flying south. I just stayed home and had some wings, and then went to work to feather my nest.
The readership of this blog would be soaring if your nonsense wasn't ruining migrate posts. Without you, this blog would be humming. Yes it wood, pecker.
(author's note: thank you to Mr. H2O for the above use of his pun from a comment to a separate posting on this blog)
Owl thank you for giving me my dew. You're actually becoming somewhat emuzing. Are you glad that I didn't make you eat crow?
Thanks for the kind words even though you weren't exactly raven. Wren did you tern so nice?
Was the change in tone quite starling for you? You've got some gull! Anyway, have a pheasant evening.
Are you mocking me? I should flip you the bird.
I think you stool that joke from me, you cock atoo.
How dare you accuse me of doing something ill-eagle!
Sorry, I must fly. I heard that there is a sale on perch at the grocery store. Must get their before the flock arrives.
I don't know what you're trying to feed me here. Did you take a bath in the stock market? I'd give you a hard time but I'm a-dove that sort of thing.
I think you've been hen pecked your entire life, my fine feathered friend.
I'll make you egret that remark. You have no heron your chest.
I guess I wasn't herring you. Whatever happened to echotig anyway? I thought she was suet. Toucan call me Al, just don't call me late for dinner.
I think echotig stopped reading because she didn't like what she seed. And don't try to feeder some line.
I think you should sing a different tune. Do you think I'm just sitting around looking pretty? You're getting pretty cagey.
You? Pretty? More likely you're looking wired! You're awful flighty.
Better looking than you - you Quick Draw McCaw lookalike. Your insult only winged me, you worm!
I'm purple with rage and martin the calendar for when I'm going to kick your asp. I'm riding the crest of a wave right now, baby!
I think you just laid an egg, so I'm going out to pick up some chicks. Know any lines I can feed them?
I think you're talking through your hatch. You better give up on the chicks or else you'll end up with egg on your face. What's your nest idea.
You're cracking me up. Go over easy on the comments - you know I'm sensitive that way. I always try to see the sunny side up of things!
Your bacon me mad. I think you're on the juice. You've been milking this thing for all its worth. Keep it up and your toast.
Why do you have to keep rehashing these old comments while trying to jam your archaic points into the discussion? We need to take a break fast.
I think you're just grandstanding and can't take all these slams. Are you out of your mind?
If I had a denny for every time you made a bad joke, I'd be rich. Now, don't try to butter me up or give me any flap, jack!
You're starting to get a little syrupy. I may have to bagel off this discussion because it's making me coffee. Keep it up and I'll have to cream you.
Whole Wheat a minute, I think you're nuts, you big ham
Was that some kind of yolk? I hope so or else I'll be blue, berry blue. I'm not nuts and I'd steak my reputation on it. I have go out and relax on the poach now.
This is getting pretty dicey as you scramble your thoughts down on this Post like a cereal killer. Quit raisin hell and bran-ch out!
Hey, didn't you go to the Kellogg School of Management? They must have thought you were a flake with all of your corny jokes. Believe me, they're not grrrrreat!
Just because I live in a tony neighborhood is no reason to act jealous, tiger. Just thought I would throw you for a loop, you fruit!
I'm afraid you may be a cereal jokester. I'd join you but right now I'm feeling my oats. I haven't felt this bad since I attended Rice. I think it's something I picked up in the Jim.
Oh yeah, I'm really Quaking. You certainly have a lot of Grits, but I think you've always been jealous because can still pop a Wheaties on my grape bike.
Your trix don't impress me. It's a snap to pop a wheaties without crackling up.
Nut'n Honey! Sorry, I thought I heard my fitness trainer calling. She mentioned that she was the Captain of her aerobic squad as I was doing my crunches. Oh well, I guess that's Life
I'm glad you're taking care of your health - eating apples and doing jumping jacks. Good for you that you're not one of those alpha males although I don't care one bit.
Wheaties a minute! Just remember that I'm Special, K? Oh well, Cheerio-s!
Special, eh? You better double chex that. You're lucky someone hasn't shredded you already. Stop milking this blog because your comments are pour.
Orange you glad I decided to shift away from cereal brands as you waffle in your responses. Give up, I know you're running out of juice, you fruit!
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