Tuesday, January 31, 2023

Hard Ice and Hungry Birds

 

by Pa Rock

There is a hard coating of ice on the ground, and not much traffic putting up and down my quiet country lane.  The birds, primarily cardinals, are all over the feeders and will have them emptied in a couple of hours.  And when their feed is gone, it truly will be gone - because I am hunkered down inside and afraid to go out.

I am reminded of that cheerless little ditty that used to be featured regularly on "'Hee Haw:"

"Gloom, despair, and agony on me
Deep, dark depression, excessive misery
If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all
Gloom, despair, and agony on me

(Sorry, but that's the best I can do for today!)



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