The other day I saw a robin; you know, the bird that announces the arrival of spring? I saw him on January 20th. We had a short conversation, and then sort of got into a tiff:
Me: Hey, what are you doing here?
Robin (he had an accent like a New York cab driver): Yo, I was flying south for the winter, like I do every year, but I stopped here 'cause it was so nice. It was 69 degrees on January 6th, fer crissakes! And now? It's gotta be down to 25. What the fuck? It's 55 one day and 35 the next. I got my one leg tucked in to keep me warm, puffed myself up, and I'm still cold as hell! This El Nino guy's got us all confused.
Me: Tell me about it. This global warming crap is for the...
Robin: Yeah, for the birds, right. Like I haven't heard that one a few thousand times.
Me: Hey, I've got an idea. Why don't you keep flying? And while you're at it, lay off the bread crumbs.
Robin: And why don't you keep walking, lady. And get that camera out of my face.
Who knew that little springtime birds could have such attitude?
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Hey I didn't know Birds could talk? are you sure you are not losing IT? old age, maybe? you are approaching 40 after all !;)
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