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Pheasant or not, poor Jock’s fear reflexes kicked in and his heart started a fast pitty pat. Maybe he didn’t realize it was just the pheasant. Bless his furry heart.
Don’t scoff until you’ve had a game bird of some sort flush right in front of your nose – some birds can be very loud and those clattering wings make them look humongous. If said bird happens to be a wild turkey, they’re already pretty large, so it feels like a pterodactyl just took off. A classmate and I were on a collecting field trip in the Tuskegee National Forest when a turkey broke cover nearby; she screamed and I nearly dropped my notebook. Once we could focus on the flying bird we laughed, but dang, that thing was BIG!
One day when Queen Elizabeth had dedicated a new hospital wing in Edinburgh she found she had some extra time and decided to tour the rest of the hospital. On one floor she greeted the first patient, who replied, “Scots wha’ ha’ wi’ Wallace bled …”
Puzzled, she moved on to the next patient, who answered with “My luve is like a red, red rose …”
Still nonplussed, she went on to the third. “Wee sleekit, cow’rdly, tim’rous beastie …”
Having had enough of this, she angrily asked her guide, “What is this, the insanity ward?”
“Oh, no, Your Majesty.”
“It’s the Burns Unit.”
- paraphrased from a Scottish guest performer on A Prairie Home Companion, 1990s
ronaldspence about 1 month ago
He is just being careful Fred!
buflogal! about 1 month ago
I wonder if this was originally published on Robert Burns Day. We’re close — Jan, 25.
mikenjanet about 1 month ago
Pheasant or not, poor Jock’s fear reflexes kicked in and his heart started a fast pitty pat. Maybe he didn’t realize it was just the pheasant. Bless his furry heart.
19JRL44 about 1 month ago
Isn’t Burns night tomorrow?
Tra1nman2 Premium Member about 1 month ago
Shouldn’t Jock be the dog quoting Burns? He is a Scotty, after all.
BigDaveGlass about 1 month ago
To a Mouse On Turning Her Up in Her Nest with the Plough, November, 1785.
juicebruce about 1 month ago
Time for a Burn’s Supper ;-)
SheMc about 1 month ago
What big eyes you have Scotty !!!
StephenHoyt about 1 month ago
If someone commenting were to call a pheasant that your censors would block it!
sarahbowl1 Premium Member about 1 month ago
Look at Fred, quoting Burns!
GSD Mom Premium Member about 1 month ago
Don’t scoff until you’ve had a game bird of some sort flush right in front of your nose – some birds can be very loud and those clattering wings make them look humongous. If said bird happens to be a wild turkey, they’re already pretty large, so it feels like a pterodactyl just took off. A classmate and I were on a collecting field trip in the Tuskegee National Forest when a turkey broke cover nearby; she screamed and I nearly dropped my notebook. Once we could focus on the flying bird we laughed, but dang, that thing was BIG!
dogday Premium Member about 1 month ago
Class act, Fred! Quoting Burns to your Scotty buddy….well done!
gcarlson about 1 month ago
One day when Queen Elizabeth had dedicated a new hospital wing in Edinburgh she found she had some extra time and decided to tour the rest of the hospital. On one floor she greeted the first patient, who replied, “Scots wha’ ha’ wi’ Wallace bled …”
Puzzled, she moved on to the next patient, who answered with “My luve is like a red, red rose …”
Still nonplussed, she went on to the third. “Wee sleekit, cow’rdly, tim’rous beastie …”
Having had enough of this, she angrily asked her guide, “What is this, the insanity ward?”
“Oh, no, Your Majesty.”
“It’s the Burns Unit.”
- paraphrased from a Scottish guest performer on A Prairie Home Companion, 1990s
Arghhgarrr Premium Member 30 days ago
Smile your little smile - take some tea with me awhile.
Brush away that black cloud from your shoulder.
Twitch your whiskers. Feel that you’re really real.
Another tea-time - another day older.
Puff warm breath on your tiny hands.
You wish you were a man
who every day can turn another page.
Behind your glass you sit and look
at my ever-open book -
One brown mouse sitting in a cage.
- Jethro Tull