AS I HAVE MENTIONED: Forget about Angry Birds, my yard is full of Horny Birds this too-early spring. And when I told that to the Mad Doodler of South-Dakota-via-Britain, dear transplanted Andre Jordan, apparently I hit a chord. I know there are offcolor jokes in this vein involving words like woody and suffixes like -pecker, but I’m no dirty-minded trash mouth, you know. It’s the birds who have spring fever; not my fault, really. (Not buying the bird excuse? Then blame Andre that this woodpecker’s covering Salt-N-Pepa’s hit; he has adapted other hits into slightly “off” doodles in his “Songs for Ex-Lovers.” But me? I didn’t do it.)






It is that time of year. We have some very lovey dovey doves in our garden.
Horny birds, Andre? What about the rest of us (rim shot)?
@Brian G: Troublemaker.
It’s so much fun going from growing the “perfect carrot” with the help of a Ph.D to paying attention to “horny birds” with a transplant from Britain. It’s what makes your blog the best.
Mmm.
ehhhh….It’s nature! It’s all good. If it weren’t for horny birds we’d have nothing to sing to us while we garden!