The Birds

Since the discussion and discourse of this blog has been expanded to include "sounds in the gump" I suppose it could be appropriate to add conversation to include "bird watching in the gump".

It seems that from time to time flocks of Columba Livia will find themselves migrating through this territory (including some that are indigenous) and lite in an unfamiliar (and sometimes familiar) bird bath. To the demise of these unwitting fowl they do not fully understand the pool from which they drink and just who filled that watering hole leaving them prey to sharks that walk amongst us, or as what Parrot Heads refer to as "Sharks That Can Swim On The Land".

Two such migrations have been witnessed in recent days. The first was a rather large grouping of these aviates who's baggage was obviously overweight. The flock was led to the bird bath not by wolves in sheep's clothing, but by afore mentioned sharks dressed in chicken suits (expensive chicken suits none the less). Again, unwittingly they drank from the bath and subsequently had their luggage significantly lightened. This defeathering was to such extent that the banker shark was concerned with an ensuing feeding frenzy that would consume his own.

It should be noted that these birds do have long memories, frequent this flight path and have tendencies to attack en mass. They can be merciless and do have a taste for shark.

The home field advantage for the sharks though does lie with the filler of the bird bath, and that's all I have to say about that.

This bird watching at the bird bath is a popular sport in The Gump and is quite competitive, although the sport is wrought with flops, frequent turns and as all readers of this blog know, a river does run through The Gump.

The second of these recent migrations was by a lone flier who seemed to be familiar with the bird bath but hesitant to lite. Once overcoming the hesitation he lit and the watching began. The bird sipped and sipped seemingly unaware of the sharks, but they were there. Taking notice of the sharks, the bird chirped loudly scaring one of the larger sharks away. This was to no avail, in that all the bird could do was look at the other shark's eyes. They were black eyes, like a doll's eyes. When they came at him, he didn't think he was living until they bit, and then the shark's eyes roll over white, all the screamin' and hollerin' ... well you get the picture.

I am certain that this bird watching at the bird bath will continue to be a popular sport in The Gump. As I understand, it goes on year round. Sometimes there are casual watchings and sometimes strict watchings with absolutely:

NO WABBIT HUNTING.

- She Pulls Out Onto Main Street In Her New Mercedes Benz ... The Road Goes On Forever, And The Party Never Ends.