Rose is Rose by Don Wimmer and Pat Brady for September 27, 2020

At least Peekaboo didn’t try to eat you!

Reminds me of the grackle I watched giving a recital outside a Waffle House one morning. Biggest difference is that no human would consider those sounds musical, but I didn’t care because they were so obviously full of meaning!

Well, there’s always one…

Yesterday a small crowd of kayaks and canoes gathered around a great blue heron. It was standing on a rock in the river, and a lady with a Leica had somehow charmed it into letting her approach within 10 feet – they are normally quite skittish. I guess the bird recognized a great photo op.

My wife had a face-off with a great blue heron. She saw the bird by the swimming pool and when she went out to look she found a frog in the pool. Heron wanted frog. So she’s at one end of the poll waving her arms and heron is on the diving board flapping its wings. She had to go to work and left for the day. That evening no heron and no frog.

There’s always a non-fan.

Some people just have no taste in music.

Six out of seven audience members liked it. I would call that a success.

Oh… Birdie…don’t take any notice….Considering that kittycats can’t carry a tune, they are not reliable music critics.

Bronx cheer! I disagree with Peek-a-boo.

Especially when you try to grow it among the segment that sees you as Lunch.

You do have a pleasant fanfare except for that obnoxious feline.