


Sally, you just shot a sparrow straight into my funny bone. I have to say you've really terned the corner on your jokes.
Sally, to be honest, and I hope you don't mind my condor, you're my kind of gull. There! I've said it; it's out in the open. I don't egret saying it. Sheesh, what's wren with me? Here I am practically pigeon woo. I must be stork raving mad! Or at least I'm none too swift. I mean at my age, behaving like a tanager! Perhaps got two shrikes against me? Or is it just that I'm Aukward?
Well, it's been really pheasant talking with you, but I'm kind of in a thrush here, so I'macaw you later,
HJ
P.S. Tell you what though, hikes like this'll really put heron your chest.