Friday, May 11, 2012
It's a guess, but this year there are fewer Cowbirds. Maybe the Good Lord has agreed with me that laying your eggs in someone else's nest is bad form, and has asked for changes in behavior, or else out comes the burning bush or something that smites. Happy it makes me, but I am not without understanding.
I can see the Cowbird technical college where courses in nest building and chick care are offered. I can see the furor, the stamping of feet. I can hear the bad language from Girl Cowbirds, and they know how to curse. And I can see the Boy Cowbirds grumbling on about military school and wondering what on earth a map is.