Birdbrains by Thom Bluemel for April 07, 2012

Thanksgiving is just around the corner.

My old man’s a sailor,What do you think about that?He wears a sailor’s collar,He wears a sailor’s hat.He wears a sailor’s raincoat,He wears a sailor’s shoes.And every Saturday evening,He reads the Sunday News.And someday, if I can,I’m gonna be a sailor just like my old man.

My old man’s a anthropologist,What do you think about that?He wears an anthropologist’s collar,He wears an anthropologist’s hat.He wears an anthropologist’s raincoat,He wears an anthropologist’s shoes.And every Saturday evening,He reads the Sunday News.And someday, if I can,I’m gonna be an anthropologist just like my old man.

My old man’s a Refrigerator Repairman,What do you think about that?He wears a Refrigerator Repairman’s collar,He wears a Refrigerator Repairman’s hat.He wears a Refrigerator Repairman’s raincoat,He wears a Refrigerator Repairman’s shoes.And every Saturday evening,He reads the – Playboy.And someday, if I can,I’m gonna be a Refrigerator Repairman just like my old man.

(Spoken)Tommy: What do you think about that? Boy you gotta be pretty sharp witted, slippery tongued to say things like that.Dick: I tell you Tommy, you’re very glib.Tommy: I certainly do.Dick: Well here, I’ll tell you what my old man does.

My old man’s a Cotton Pickin’ Finger Lickin’ Chicken Plucker,What do you think about that?(Tommy: You better not make a mistake.Dick: Let’s hope not)He wears a Cotton Pickin’ Finger Lickin’ Chicken Plucker’s collar,He wears a Cotton Pickin’ Finger Lickin’ Chicken Plucker’s hat.He wears a Cotton Pickin’ Finger Lickin’ Chicken Plucker’s raincoat,He wears a Cotton Pickin’ Finger Lickin’ Chicken Plucker’s shoes.And – (Tommmy: You’re lucky)- every Saturday evening,He reads the Cotton Pickin’ News.And someday, if I can,I’m gonna be a Cotton Pickin’ Finger Lickin’ Chicken Plucker just like my old man. (Hatman)

That cop’s going to take him to the interrogation room and grill him.

He’s only a sgt so I guess it doesn’t matter that there aren’t majors in the police.

A little tar ought to fix him right up.

Hey! What happened to the color?!? Oh, nevermind, I don’t care . . . . . ☻

Seems to be a running theme here. Poor bird from yesterday REALLY got plucked!Cute one yesterday, LafinLarry. Made me laugh. I don’t see any today, though.

Moult… It’s called moulting.and Grog is off his meds…..

Holy plucking long post GROG!!!Morning Folks!

pirated, pilfered, plucked, poultry

If that’s the first degree plucking, hope I never see an example of the third degree!

They have to be plucked sometime.

Just got through reading today’s newspaper…….there was an article about this town that wants to allow chickens in the city limits……..for eggs, not for selling. Anyway, the group is called:

CLUCK

Citizens Lobbying for Urban Chicken Keeping

You’re talking to the wrong man, chicken. You want Sgt. I Really Do Care About What You are Reporting.

And now I can sleep well after my hockey game, Shika.

“And why the pluck should I care?” replied the cop.

(Sorry … couldn’t resist.)