Birdbrains by Thom Bluemel for April 06, 2012

I think this is a rerun.

No I think it was dinner!

The nerve of those cotton-pickin’ chicken pluckers (like my old man),

Don’t EVER call him chicken.

Yicks!

Get plucked.

Ouch!

We woke up to this white stuff all over our ground……..hmmm….wonder what that is????

CHOMP!

What a dumb chicken…..has 1 minute to live.

Alouette, gentille Alouette.Alouette, je te plumerai Je te plumerai la teteEt la tete

Got a CD by the Cluster Pluckers. “Just Pluck It”.Really a pretty good CD

He’s not a chicken, but he is yellow.After Redhead55’s post, I’d better talk about visages. I see one in the non-poulet (le bra gauche) et deux ou trois dans la saleté.

I’m a rootin’, tootin’ lasso loopin’, popgun shootin’ chicken hawk. Ah, theres my victim now!

That cat is about to get hen-pecked . . . . tweet revenge . . . ☻

Could’ve been a Pheasant Plucker….

Well, the bird is still yellow-bellied.

See what happens when somebody doesn’t play by the rules…..

deja vu all over again.

Left-over chicken, er, yellow bird.

Hi Birdbrains!

Good one Thom. Good enough to see twice in fact.

Shika, no comment on my Smothers Brothers line. Or are you too young for that as well?

I’m old enough to remember the Smothers Brothers, more or less—but that line didn’t happen to strike a chord.

Now, it you had sung about eight bars. . . .