Peanuts by Charles Schulz for March 08, 2020

Who asked YOU, Lucy?

One of many strips featuring Linus patting birds.

Lucy — to me — sure despises nature.

I use to have a Blue Bird house here in Huntsville, and I started feeding it meal worms which they loved. I would put the worms in a shallow dish and then sit out a few yards away, then a few feet away, and finally got the Blue Birds to eat out of my hand.

But they would never let me pet them.

Those lucky birds get to do what every kid wants to do but don’t have the guts for it.

Good for the birds!

Field goal!!

Quite right too.

Justice!

I enjoy watching wildlife, but would never try to touch it. Grateful squirrels [that I only feed when the snow is covering the ground] try to run towards me but I back up to avoid sharp claws and perhaps fleas or mites in their fur. Wild birds probably also have such similar “cooties” to steer clear of.

That bratty Lucy needs to have her butt kicked on a daily basis.

Way to go, birds!

This is interesting. When I was young (back in the ’60’s & early 70’s), we had several Peanuts books and this cartoon was in one of them. In the last panel, the birds went to Lucy and said “Bleah!” instead of booting her. I don’t know if that was PC, but I didn’t think it had started that early. The names we called each other alone would get us expelled and maybe arrested today.

Lucy: “There are other ways to cure depression…”

I think the birds just found one.

If you ever go to Trafalgar Square in London, you will see a daily occurrence. Ga-ZILLIONS of pigeons descend on the Square (which is really more of a roundabout). You can buy cups of seed from street vendors, and as long as you have a full seed cup, these birds have NO fear. They will climb up and down your arms, fighting each other tooth and nail for the seed. I had half a dozen on my arms when I was there. It’s a Kodak moment, for sure.

Oh, one thing…pigeon poop on your arm (or head) is a distinct possibility.

Woodstock and his brother certainly showed that crab.

Teamwork!

I think we can all agree that Lucy has that one coming

Lets get past those little canary tweety birds. Go for a flock of goshawks or eagles to do the job to kick the nasty girl into next month!

Much better than medication!

If Woodstock got a few more buddies, they could do an Alfred Hitchcock scene.

Panel 5 . That’s the REAL way to cure depression!

serves her right, bossy!

I like it! Do it again, just for good measure!

they should have peaked her eyes out

Don’t listen to Lucy. Listen to the birds and follow their example. She needs regularly administered good swift kicks in the backside.

I guess birds do like it.

The birds seem to run away when people approach them

Nature can be kind and nice. Down with those who hate nature, rural they call it. The dirty, disgusting country they call it. Yea for the farmers who continue to raise cattle, sheep, goats, chickens, etc. Yea for growing corn, potatoes, beans, soy, cotton, etc. Yea for those who dig, plant, grow, feed, etc. Down with the foolishness, cLiMaTe cHaNgE some call it. Also those who buddy up to and give their money to what’s his name and his masters across the Straight.

The boot in the butt takes away the sarcasm alright.

Patting birds? I remember, as a child, when an older neighborhood kid told me I could catch a bird if I could sprinkle salt on its tail. I actually tried…

Well deserved

Woodstock, twinned with…

Can he bring them on an airplane now?

Little Linus Van Pelt

Walking through the forest

Scooping up the birdies

And patting them on the head

Doooown came the big sister

And the big sister said,

“Little brother Linus, I don’t want to see you

Scooping up the birdies and patting them on the head”

The birdies stood on each other

And gave mean Lucy a boot!