[And all I get is one little sniglet of pizza??? Ridiculous. But I’ll take it.]
This Budgie REALLY wants to be friends with the tiny Persian kitteh- though a couple of love noms earns him a couple of whacks in return- but the birdeh will not be denied, following the kitteh over the couch.
Why can’t we be friends?
Pray silence, please, and bow down before the most esteemed Sir Reginald Goosington-Drake, Grand Duck of Dukeburg, Royal Order of the Giblet, Earl of Brouhaha, Milk of Magnesia, Twelfth Marquis of the House of Pancakes, Sultan of Stouffer, Fresh Prince of Foie Gras, Clark of Kent…
“Did someone say duck?” asks Robert Payne.
[TRYING to catch a few ZZZZZ’s here if it’s OK with you! Sheesh!!!]
Photo from Tammy L.
Can’t QUITE make out the tune the birdeh is singing, (will he/she take requests?) but the doggeh
doesn’t seem to care doesn’t seem to mind one bit!
(From Andrew Y.)
I AM A FEARSOME PREDATOR OF THE LATE JURASSIC PERIOD I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW SO STOP GIGGLING AND POINTING YOUR STUPID CAMERAS AND MAKING OOCHIE-GOOCHIE NOISES AT ME! SHOW SOME RESPECT!
Via Karen Westphal.
If you happen to find yourself, say, in St. John’s, Newfoundland (it could happen!) and are looking for some nightlife, you’ll find it here. At Junco’s Pub, the seediest bar in St. John’s.* This fly-by-night joint is open 24/7. (FYI: you have to be a bird to get in.) When it has customers, here’s how it looks:
And here’s the live stream- check and see if anyone’s
tossing back a cold one stopping by for some seeds. (Click the button to start it up.)
And here’s how Junco’s came to be: