Bound and Gagged by Dana Summers for November 28, 2023

Percy Bysshe Shelley, ‘To a Skylark’.

The pale purple even

Melts around thy flight;

Like a star of Heaven,

In the broad day-light

Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight …

Keep him warm, in an uncovered box and away from the cat. He’ll be o.k.

Bird flew eh.

Well, don’t get into a flap, and take him under your wing.

We heard a loud thud which sounded like someone hit the storm door at the front of the house with a brick. Turned out a dove had into it and killed itself. It must have been flying fast to wind up dead. Fortunately the door is tempered glass and didn’t break.

Actually it is the Bird Brain Flu.

If he talks to his reflection in a tiny mirror, it might be Parrot Pox.

Get a grippe!!

Most people only do that once to realize that’s not a good idea.

…looks more like a birdbrain if you ask me…(altho that’s an insult to birds!)