This moody bird rarely leaves its room, much to the annoyance of its beleaguered parents. Fond of loud decibels and video games, he is convinced that no one understands him. Although nothing can be done about its gratingly repetitive call, we can be grateful that we don’t have to listen to what’s on itsĀ Ipod.
Field Notes:
- Frequents mall parking lots.
- Unpleasantly spotty face.















5 Comments
Speak for yourself. I not only have to listen to what’s on its iPod, I have to buy the CDs to load onto its iPod.
And all the junk birdseed it eats nearly doubles my grocery bill.
That’s brutal. I’m so sorry.
Admit it, Holly … you buy the CDs and burn many of them for yourself before handing them off!
I’m with HollyHooo… that junkie costs me a fortune! And what the h#!! he sees in Dio, Rainbow and Ozzy, I’ll never know!
Gads.. I shoulda’ pushed him outta da nest sooner.. Squak!
BTW.. Jeff love the drawings
Thanks, Smiles. It’s sheer good fortune on Julie’s part. All of my portraits look like birds.
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