quarterinch's blog post - birds

today I took my sister in law from California to the local wetlands centre. We tramped around the perimeter fence, stared at the muddy bottom of the 5 marsh ponds, stared at umpteen varieties of birds and was asked my opinion of this bird or that. I told her rule #1 is the only birds I recognise go between 2 hunks of bread rule #2 I couldn't give a stuff about the rest of the little bastards, so long as they don't shit on me. rule #3 I am not a tree huggin greeny and if you can't put them in a pie, then forget the little boring shits!!
You may be surprised, but things went downhill fast after that especially when I mentioned the only birds in California were the plastic variety with little motors in then at Disneyland - the rest had died from a mixture of extreme pollution and acid rain from fat arsed Americans trying to make a fast buck.
The rest of the trip around the wetlands was in silence, for some reason or other and tried unsuccessfully to find a hole to stash my empty water bottle.
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