Sender-Inner Anne W. G. says new puppy “Dash.” got introduced to an existing boid pet. I think they’ll live happily ever after don’t you?
Yeah, I know I’m a little oversize, and I’ve been hitting the Luckies a little hard this week so my voice is kinda rough, but trust me, I can still belt those high notes, you won’t be disappointed. So, Mr. Piano, if I can have a middle C…
Photo by Martin Teschner.
One word. OK.
A song title. This’ll be easy.
Umm, Freebird! No? Umm, Crazy! No? Umm, Help??? Umm…Wipeout???
OMG what are you doooooing?!!!
“Go ahead and JUMP!”
Thanks to Ant for bringing this
heart attack video to our attention!
Stardate 6134.32: The engine repairs are nearly complete, but a complication has arisen. A pair of indigenous creatures have been sighted approaching our ship.
As the massive beasts roar menacingly, the crew scrambles to finish the repairs. Even if we could only restore impulse power, that would be enough to…
Too late! Hull breaches in sections C, D and F! My brave crew is tossed about like playthings, but refuse to leave their posts… Damage reports pouring in…
Now the second beast is joining the attack… My god, they’re tearing the ship to pieces… no hope of escape… all hands, abandon ship, prepare to jettison log… To whoever… finds this message… recommend full posthumous honors for… for all crew memb… xXxx@@rtT)Tqkl%jh +++++++++ TRANSMISSION ABORTED
If spring is your thing
There’s a land of weather
Softened by heather,
Where dreamy drizzle
Tickles the whimsical
Where Spring’s a lucky ring
Of gold whin in Wicklow
And dear shamrocks grow,
Down about Bantry Bay
Up around Lough Neagh
And over Hillsborough.
Spring’s always in full swing
And the sun doesn’t glare
At so much green where
Pure ribbons of gilting
Upon rivers lilting
Brighten grassy glens so fair.
What were we discussing?
Sweet brambly patch jams,
Evergreen pastures spread of lambs,
Wild violets, and salmon runs swift,
Fresh fields of clover adrift…
Is it spring flowing from my pen in hand?
Or, is it Ireland?
Happy spring, Chicks ‘n’ Peeps by Larissa M., A Bun in the Grass is by Andy P. The Foal and my Son in Spain – Distorted Proportions is by Batikart. Ham in clovers by Meagan!
“Look who just moved into the nest down the street, Gertrude.”
“Ugh, bluejays — with their smelly cooking and loud parties every night…”
Better call the homeowner’s association, Stephen D.
A rare behavior in avian species is Umbilical Deprivation Syndrome, more commonly called “navel envy.” In this state, the subject becomes fixated on the fact that it hatched from an egg and is therefore without a belly button.
We can’t stop gazing at this picture, Ken P.
Listen, Mother Goose, or whatever the heck your name is, I don’t feel like bein’ baked in no pie, see. So just whip out that red pencil and make it “four and nineteen blackbirds,” if you know what’s good for you.
Eh, what’s one more or less, Krystal?