Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for September 19, 2022

Toby has a headache. He hopes she settles being a big bird with a tiny song.

Edna has the soul of a canary and the voice of a screech owl

Sing, tiny bird, sing. Sing, sing a song. Sing out loud. Sing out strong. Sing of big things not small. Sing for one and for all.

Oh lord…she’s gonna tweet again.

Toucan?

Sing it out! Sing it out my love! Just let me turn off my hearing aids first!

“Edna, you haven’t been a tiny anything for at lease a decade!”

I’ve heard Edna’s bird songs. She really is quite good except for the yellow breasted fly catcher. She’s even more fun when she puts on her plastic bird beak.

Get your earplugs. Bet she’s a warbler. Not so good in an alto.

He: Okay, bye bye birdie…bye, bye!

{"Well, you’ve got a big something…"}

{"Just don’t sing ‘Titwillow’ again…"}

{"I’ll alert the media…"}

“What’s that?”

“Nothing, dear…”

Is that coffee in her mug… or, has she been into the Gin already

Toby’s in for a big day.

Kinda hard to imagine.

You look like a BIG bird with a tight THONG! ;o{

If she is TINY, her BIG song, must be HUMONGOUS !

More like Big Bird with a few tweets….

Ran out of decaf?

Too much coffee?

She feels like a tiny bird? The diet must be working.

So, she feels like a Carolina Wren? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7GLIFUtXj2M