Birds. I love birds. I love seeing them take food from my feeder, I love seeing them dig worms, poke into trees looking for bugs, soar in the clouds, beg and scavenge in outdoor food courts, brashly try to steal my food from me on mountaintops, and all the many other things they do.
I’d be birdbrained if I didn’t so don’t ruffle my feathers, especially if you’re chicken or chicken hearted. I hope you don’t henpeck your partner, people can be such turkeys. Are you eagle eyed? See like a hawk? Don’t you hate it when a flock of reporters swoop down on someone to try to get the scoop? That’s because the early bird gets the worm and a bird in the hand is worth 2 in the bush.
Did you see that raven haired beauty! Ahhh but she sings like a bird. Of course, I’m as wise as an owl, or maybe you own a Ford Falcon? Is your room a mess? You’re driving me bats! Looney even! Stop running around like a chicken with your head cut off! Maybe you need to get all your ducks in a row. Sorry, goose got my gander.
Stop being so hawkish! I’m feeling as peaceful as a dove. Maybe I should stop crowing about it or you’ll think I’m some kind of egghead!
Have I put all my eggs in one basket? Oh well, might have to just go and tweet something about all this.
I’ll stop twittering on about all this and fly on outta here.
Time to go feather my nest.