I'M NOT MAKIN THIS $#IT UP ~~~~~~~

whitefish waves will continue next week 

as da tabbies take a break from posting 

and let me, the food service girl chime in.   

=^..^=

the following is a true story 

and while our posts run the gambit 

from stupid to insane, 

I couldn’t have made 
this $#it up
 if I tried

DATELINE: Thursday July 20^th, 2017
4:50 pm

I’m at the copy machine at work 

waiting for some crap 

to come off the printer 

when I happen to glance out the window 

and see a burd 

a large burd 
a burd of prey  

that should NOT 

be on the ground 

nor that close to the building   

 I watched him for a few minutes 

and his wing seemed to be funky 

but I know their wings can re adjust 

or whatever

{ I’m not into burd lingo 

so please bear with me }

he stood there long enough 

for me to go back to 
my personal hell hole, 

grab the cell, wait for it to turn on 

and snap his photo 

then he takes off heading west 

but  his flight was low to the ground 

and when he “landed” 
it was a bumpy one 

 I went down the hallway 

to look out the side entrance 

and he was under a tree

I thought maybe he was chillaxin 

from possibly hitting the building, 

but me gut, as tuna would say, 

said he needed help. 

the other employee left in the building 

and I, were able to contact 

a local rescue 
who deal specifically with 
wounded burds of prey  

and they said they’d have someone

right out

 we went outside 

to keep an eye on him 

to make sure he stayed within sight 

so when the rescue arrived 

they could go right to “work”

we understood they’d have to 

get in touch with someone, 

some slight traveling would be involved, 

possible traffic tie ups, 

they’re on volunteer time etc etc……

    

fast forward your watches
a bunch

and the burd’s gettin “fussy” 

 he’d already moved 

and had been "corralled"

to the best of our abilities 

4 times 

oh ~~~~~

did I mention it was 90

the humidity was 81%

it threatened rain

and there’s NO WIND

  

the burd decided to move once again

                    and like a couple of loons 

we are now talking to the burd 

telling him help was on the way

and everything was going to be…alright…
and to stay PUT 

coz we are still unsure
if: 
he can fly
if his talon is funkee 
or why he was sitting on
the ground in the first place

and we were
able to stand as close
as maybe 3 - 4 feet near him

he has now positioned himself 

under a shrub 

on a very large rock

 rescue finally arrives with sheet

 Kevlar gloves 
and carriers in tow

the lady from the rescue
 approaches him 

from his right 
the other employee is 
directly in front of him
I’m to his left

a sort of blockade if you will

and when the rescue gal 

attempts to capture him………….

 HE FLIES UP AND INTO 

A NEARBY DEAD TREE ….

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

ARE YOU KIDDING ME...

ARE YA 
FLIPPIN 
KIDDIN 
ME…..

and he remains perched there
and he was still perched there
when we employees left
the premises 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

after watching said burd 

for close to THREE HOURS

to make sure he WAS OK, 

the bass terd flies 

up.... and into..... a..... tree

the end result of this story~~

 the rescue told us  
to keep in touch

 he could fly; a good thing

he’s got shelter a plenty 

to chillax in; a good thing

water is readily available 

as a marsh is 

behind the building; a good thing, 

and if his leg was broken;
it would heal rather quickly

another good thing 

if you’ve read this story this far

if you’ve followed this blog 

for any length of time

if you’ve been keeping up 

with the codd mother

the bass terd turkee saga

and MOST IMPORTANTLY 

IF YOU READ 
THE LAST CODD MOTHER EPISODE

you will see the irony 

in TODAY’S post

as the bass terd burd was a

RED TAILED HAWK…..ENEESE……

and I'm not makin
this $#!t up !!

out the copy room window

the back of disrespect

he perched here for a good 
20 minutes

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

here's to a happy healthy
week o end

peace out and rock on
long live 
human patience... I guess