flatlined:
Now I want a crow! Or a grackle. Smaller black bird with a total “DILLIGAF” attitude. I know that they can mimic sounds, when I was working in Phx, I heard many a cell phone ringing in the trees
My BB won’t let me have goats. I think that goats are awesome, probably in good part to their DILLIGAF attitude while they are eating a car.
I’ve always wanted geese. They are the greatest watch-dogs in the world and very affectionate to their people. Not as smart as black birds, but still fun. My BB apparently had run-ins with his Grandmother’s geese when he was 5 or 6 and refuses to even discuss the idea of living with geese in his yard.
See! IKR! A crow would be an awesome pet. BTW I like goats too. Mr.Wrekker would want BBQ them, so I don’t want one.
I honestly can’t think of anything that she or I would ever want that either of us would object to. That probably says more about our boring tastes than about our tolerance, though.
What if she got a pet crow?
Beckdawrek:
A crow, I want it sooooo bad. I will teach it to love me, and I will love him, i will give a supremely perfect name like ‘Wren’ or ‘Robin’ and we will have fun every day! Mr.Wrekker says they are nasty birds who eat nasty things. But I will teach my Bird to like people food.
This reminds me of an episode of Baskets: taken from the recap :
The ever-hapless Martha has taken in an abandoned “dog,” assuming it’s been mistreated by its former owners. She believes it’s incumbent on her to show this animal that a bright spot does exist in humanity. … She names him “Boots” and is then surprised when he doesn’t respond to her calls, and ascribes human motivations where simple animal instincts would be more useful. The fact that this dog goes on to utterly wreck her apartment — and then turns out to not be a dog at all, but a vicious coyote — doesn’t register to her as anything grander than an annoyance. (It’s strangely soothing to hear her whine, “Oh, nooo!”) But this is also a savage dig at well-meaning but inept animal people: Martha knows nothing about animal behavior and can’t even distinguish between species, so her apartment paid the price.
Sounds like something that would happen to me. I think I might know the difference between a coyote and a dog, though.
Update: no crow from santa:(