By the beak of my grandfather…
What you’re witnessin’ today is a bit of my attempt at rewardin’ the little pluckers. Rewardin’ ‘em for good behaviour, which ain’t happenin’ a lot, around here!
Ever since these mini-peckers showed up, I been putting ‘my life on hold – tryin’ to do the right thing – by NOT boilin’ ‘em with noodles. Even though it gets more temptin’ by the day.
I never seen such disruptive wahoos – even in the crowd I run with. Hardened criminils ain’t as scary as these three birds!!
Last night, I wuz walkin’ along a hallway in the house, and spotted what I thought were dry leaves, scattered everywhere. When I got closer, I could smell it weren’t no leaves – it wuz my Cuban cee-gars!! Shredded!! I coulda cluckin’ killed ‘em right there, but after some sober reflection, I decided to give ‘em one more chance. I gathered the little tweet-makers up, and gave them some chores to do. Which, much to my surprise, they did!
So, I thought I had better give them some little reward, to try and install some good behaviour traits in ‘em. I ain’t sure it’s gonna work, but it’s worth a try.
And this afternoon, what’s left of my Cuban cigar collectin is goin’ on a higher shelf.
My patience ain’t bottomless…
Cluck for now!