It’s a long story, dear. He’s asleep. I got him as an exchange from the pet shop. They absolutely refused to give me a cash refund for the Norwegian Blue.
Her courtier oft would escort her / through corridors cold (brick and mortar). / She needed support, / but he was too short; / she secretly feared he would thwart her. /// Then, too, was his love for his falcon. He / would fly it for hours from the balcony. / The courtship was wrong, / a dirge was “their song.” / No chemistry — not even alchemy. /// It had come to her then like a slap. / This odd pairing was naught but a trap. / While he swore to adore / her, his bird he loved more. / Just a feather, was she, in his cap.
With her gown exposing her shoulders/ the young lady practically smolders/ but the lad seems to cavil/ at the bodice, where gravel/ prevails where he’d much prefer boulders. /// And she, for her part, is concerned/ that the thing on his arm hasn’t learned/ (whatever they say)/ she’s a woman, not “prey”/ and her favors need to be earned.///So some merriment needs to leaven/ this hour – and perhaps the next seven/ for it’s painfully clear/ from our vantage point here/ that this isn’t a match made in Heaven.
She would have preferred a raven/(she’s more of a raven maven)/ but he insisted on walkin’/ around with the falcon/ and therefore she just never gave in.
The so sensitive lady-in-waiting / found his verbal obsession too grating. / “Falcon” this, “falcon” that, / “That’s a nice falcon hat.” / It was thus that her love turned to hating.
The best creature for hunting in fog / is a kite, or a hawk, not a dog. / Though their sight is renowned / they can track prey by sound. / So said six kiting Czechs back in Prague.
All cry hail to the High Middle Ages, / when high fashion and falcons were rages, / and a Maid fair of face / could indeed keep her place / by the practice of bending down Pages.
His red plume she found oddly exciting. / (Plus, when inked it was useful for writing.) / It was plucked with a squawk / from a large red-tailed hawk / who had come to regret there alighting. /// When she stared at it she would feel antsy. / She just couldn’t risk taking a chance he / might toss his plumed cap / in another girl’s lap. / That red feather had tickled her fancy.
BE THIS GUY over 3 years ago
“Here is proof that I will be good provider.”
Say What Now‽ Premium Member over 3 years ago
‘Please don’t make me choose between you and my bird."
rmremail over 3 years ago
Don’t be like that. You’ll love playing with my bird
rmremail over 3 years ago
Wilhelm liked to say that a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. Which is why Wilhelm never got laid.
rmremail over 3 years ago
Fredrick was so exited to teach his date about falconry that he paid more attention to the wrong bird.
Solstice*1947 over 3 years ago
It’s a simple choice, milady. This is my falcon, Ripper. Either I remove the hood which keeps him calm, or you remove your gown.
ronaldspence over 3 years ago
Pietro, when you said your boss “Gave you the bird” I thought you were being metaphorical!
Bilan over 3 years ago
Tom Cruise’s great-great-great uncle.
Kind&Kinder over 3 years ago
“Don’t be frightened. Sure, the bird wears a hoodie, but he’s a good sort—not a gangsta at all!”
Strob Premium Member over 3 years ago
Their headgear is fascinator-ing.
https://tinyurl.com/v4mf7mmd
Solstice*1947 over 3 years ago
It’s a long story, dear. He’s asleep. I got him as an exchange from the pet shop. They absolutely refused to give me a cash refund for the Norwegian Blue.
Kind&Kinder over 3 years ago
“No indeed.He’s not for “fowling.” I use him for my studies; he’s a culture vulture!"
Solstice*1947 over 3 years ago
Her courtier oft would escort her / through corridors cold (brick and mortar). / She needed support, / but he was too short; / she secretly feared he would thwart her. /// Then, too, was his love for his falcon. He / would fly it for hours from the balcony. / The courtship was wrong, / a dirge was “their song.” / No chemistry — not even alchemy. /// It had come to her then like a slap. / This odd pairing was naught but a trap. / While he swore to adore / her, his bird he loved more. / Just a feather, was she, in his cap.
PoodleGroomer over 3 years ago
He stays quiet with his hood on unless he hears rodents or snakes.
thebashfulone over 3 years ago
“Don’t you know about the bird? Well, everybody knows that the bird is the word!”
Reader over 3 years ago
It’s none of your falcon business what this is.
gopher gofer over 3 years ago
when i bring my birdie along on a date i just don’t know why it causes such a flap…
Econ01 over 3 years ago
The arms race continued. First, she got a missile launcher on her head, then he did. When she got a second, he got an anti-missile falcon.
Call me Ishmael over 3 years ago
With her gown exposing her shoulders/ the young lady practically smolders/ but the lad seems to cavil/ at the bodice, where gravel/ prevails where he’d much prefer boulders. /// And she, for her part, is concerned/ that the thing on his arm hasn’t learned/ (whatever they say)/ she’s a woman, not “prey”/ and her favors need to be earned.///So some merriment needs to leaven/ this hour – and perhaps the next seven/ for it’s painfully clear/ from our vantage point here/ that this isn’t a match made in Heaven.
Call me Ishmael over 3 years ago
She would have preferred a raven/(she’s more of a raven maven)/ but he insisted on walkin’/ around with the falcon/ and therefore she just never gave in.
Carolyn Saunders over 3 years ago
Honestly, Gladys, nobody is going to believe you are a man wearing that stupid stick-on moustache
Call me Ishmael over 3 years ago
“It was just guano those things…”
Linguist over 3 years ago
Sonny worried that Cher would take it wrong if he told her he wanted to give her the bird.
Solstice*1947 over 3 years ago
The so sensitive lady-in-waiting / found his verbal obsession too grating. / “Falcon” this, “falcon” that, / “That’s a nice falcon hat.” / It was thus that her love turned to hating.
jel354 over 3 years ago
Polly wants more than a cracker.
Another Take over 3 years ago
SIR PAUL: I wrote a song – Blackbird singing in the dead of night
LINDA: That’s lovely!
YOKO: It needs some screeching backup vocal. Oh. Can I wear the bird’s hood?
JOHN: I’ll get you one, luv. Two in fact – in case yours falls off.
Calvins Brother over 3 years ago
He’s got a bird on each arm.
Honorable Mention In The Banjo Toss Premium Member over 3 years ago
“So, there’s three guys who’ve asked me to be the drummer in their band. The be…. uh, bea….well, something like that. I think I’m gonna go for it”
Solstice*1947 over 3 years ago
You don’t appreciate him, Princess. Not only was he judged “Falcon of the Millenium,” but he flew the Kessel run on less than 12 parsnips. I love him!
Princess: I know.
mabrndt Premium Member over 3 years ago
The Courtship:
https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Wilhelm_Koller_-_The_Courtship.jpg
has info and links that point to more info about this roughly B4 paper size painting.
Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image at
https://thatispriceless.blogspot.com/2021/06/masterpiece-2737.html
my comment there points to the artist info I used to point to here. So far, 3 works by this artist have been used here.
https://www.gocomics.com/that-is-priceless/2021/06/21?comments=visible
has the prior.
Solstice*1947 over 3 years ago
The best creature for hunting in fog / is a kite, or a hawk, not a dog. / Though their sight is renowned / they can track prey by sound. / So said six kiting Czechs back in Prague.
MissScarlet Premium Member over 3 years ago
His first mistake in courtship was thinking she would be impressed by falconry.His second was in not learning ahead of time that she was a vegetarian.
MissScarlet Premium Member over 3 years ago
Falcon Hood, Men in Tights.
Happy belated birthday, Mel Brooks.
Blaidd Drwg Premium Member over 3 years ago
Monty, a dead Falcon is really not funny. You should try a Parrot.
Solstice*1947 over 3 years ago
All cry hail to the High Middle Ages, / when high fashion and falcons were rages, / and a Maid fair of face / could indeed keep her place / by the practice of bending down Pages.
d1234dick Premium Member over 3 years ago
Lucky prince Vlad, a bird on each arm, which will win his “favors” for the night?
cherns Premium Member over 3 years ago
https://youtu.be/Ney0x3009uc?t=68
PatsyL.Paul over 3 years ago
“This is a specially-trained falcon. If you refuse to kiss me…he’ll go right for your eyes!”
Running Buffalo Premium Member over 3 years ago
OK! Fine! Next time we do the dungeon run … you can get the battle pet!
Solstice*1947 over 3 years ago
His red plume she found oddly exciting. / (Plus, when inked it was useful for writing.) / It was plucked with a squawk / from a large red-tailed hawk / who had come to regret there alighting. /// When she stared at it she would feel antsy. / She just couldn’t risk taking a chance he / might toss his plumed cap / in another girl’s lap. / That red feather had tickled her fancy.