King Fisher sparrowed: “Howdy or’iole. I degrebe that Rook Ery and Ringmaster Ouzel’s nest performance, “Toucan Play Chat Game” and “A Knight in Gale”, is worthy of God’s wit. Willet tern south for the winter, or will fate sora out of control and kite Lucy Warble to the stork white land of Avadavat? Flock on over veerily to Harriett’s Circus before avocet, over the cardinal’s crest of Manucode Road. Don’t be a drongo and plains-wander off the path! Button up those quails and untide those knots, for this is no crazy cuckoo kerfuffle or loony lammergeier lament! No passenger pigeon shall be stinted! No egrets, your munia is well spent-- it’s a pittance! Brambling off to soar other heights? Never fear. The anser to this kittiwake capercallie shall be pinioned on the canvasback. And it won’t be twite. Cirlriously! See our secretarybird to snipe this hammerkopportunity–hoopoe that spaces remain. Last Hawkgust, tickets flew the coop in only a few minivets!”
@jnstuart, don’t be such a skimmer! those species were already migrated here earlier in the thread, before this took off, landed, and got predated (outdoor domestic feline).
I tried to nail the humor on my end but, Ibis-sed. Don’t like that terrible joke? Suet. Or rail against it.
I can’t believe all the fowl language I’m heron in here. Owl make you egret it, and swift-ly. The gull of it - No moa! Don’t get any hoopoes of ducking your punishment, eider – grousing won’t help. I hope you quail in fear. I pitta you, really.
Seriously though, I hope nobody thinks I got too grebe-y here. I did wait my tern, so don’t rail or be bittern about it. I admit some of these puns were a bit of ostrich, but please don’t ani-one snipe at me or or go tattler on me. I promise they’re all myna.
I’ve made some fairly painful - might I say even harmful - pun attempts directed mostly at my poor family, but I’m sure you wouldn’t want to see me at 'em ptarmigan in such a manner. For the sake of children, at least.
