My wife loves birds, and through her I have learnt to admire and appreciate them myself.
They ask little out of life and supply us with beauty and song! A few bags of seed and a bath to splash around in is all they ask in return. **One of our first dates was a bird watching event!

For the past three weeks, Purple Grackles have been frequenting my wife's feeder placed lovingly outside a window just two feet from her desk. They are beautiful and noble birds with long beaks and shiny irredescent feathers. Hmmmmmm?

....I wonder how those feathers would go on a purple floss body sizes 18 to 24? Hmmmmmm! If I waited till the old lady went for her Dr's appointment and loaded up old Blunderbuss with target loads....She's gone! HE HE HE...now I'll sneak out the side door and blast me one of those thieving rascals for the bench.

Alright ol' yeller eyes...BLAM BLAM.

Oh no...Sheeeeee-yit. There went the window and the bird feeder...and I never touched the doggone Grackle.

HELP HELP...Who's has a convincing story I can borrow to tell my wife?

** she watched a woodcock while I shot the son of a gun!

Ol' Bill
1932

P.S.
Anyone have a bootleg Grackle skin they'll sell me.

Bill



[This message has been edited by snipe (edited 29 July 2005).]