Flock to the polls! The birds are counting on you!
Don’t Let the Pigeon Run the Library
“Huh? Me? Oh, yeah. Everything’s great. It’s good. I’m good. We’re fine. It’s fine. “
“Why are all the birds hanging out in that tree over there?” “Don’t know, must be a poplar tree.”
We weren’t sure what we were seeing at first, but we now believe this to be a
James Fenimore Cooper’s Hawk.
“When you think things couldn’t get worse, always remember,
you could be a molting Cowbird.”
“Yes? Do you have a question?”
“What is that on your face?”
“It’s my quarantine beard. I haven’t shaved since March!”
“You told your parents you were coming to the library for The Baby-Sitters Club?
They know you meant the books, right?”
“Hey, mom! I gave myself a haircut. I’m ready for virtual school!”
“I’m ready to face the day! What day is it?”
“Brother, can you sparrow some personal space?!”
“The Floof is strong with this one.”
“I am all up in my feelings!!!”
“Thank you for following our 6 feet social distancing rule.
You can get a little closer if you need to, we have really small feet.”
“He said what?!”
“Seeds showing up in your mailbox? Suspicious? I say, delicious!”
(Note for humans: Don’t feed birds unknown seeds!)
Is there another word for thesaurus?
“Ok guys, this game is called The Floor is Lava. Touch the floor and you burn up.”
“If the floor is on fire, shouldn’t we just fly away? What kind of game is this?”
I have a bird joke, and it’s pretty fly.
It’s FriJay! Go nuts!