Robins in Minnesota in January? Hello? Mr. Robin? Every winter you have free airfare and a free place to stay in Mexico and Florida. And you’re here. And it’s minus 30 degrees. And there are no worms to be seen. Any leftover berries will bust your beak.
So what happened? How did these robins miss their flight? One cold November morning Mr. Robin might have chirped, “Those fermented berries last night were awesome! But, gee, I have a big-ass headache--well, okay, it’s a weenie-ass headache since my brain is the size of a pea –hahaha! —But, hey guys!!! What a night that was, huh?! Bob dancing on the birdbath wearing that stupid acorn hat! Taht hot wren dancing with Robbie?!! Guys? Hey! Guys? Where is everybody? Gee whiz! They’re GONE!!! Which way is south???!”
Bird brain.
©2011, Jana B. Patrick
©2011, Jana B. Patrick
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