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Anyone with little kids knows that sleep is a precious and rare thing. At the moment, for various reasons, I am not getting enough of it - not even close. I exist in a zombie like state, mustering just enough brain power to walk, talk and eat. Coffee is my fuel.
Lately, instead of being woken at 6am by either my baby daughter exercising her newly found singing voice or by my son bringing in whatever toys he took to bed and putting them in my face, I'm being woken by the forlorn call of a lone Storm Bird. In fact, the little bastard is calling as I type this on a Tuesday night. It's loud and repetitive and I want that bird to die.
Does anyone have any Storm Bird recipes? Would it taste like chicken? Slow cooker or oven?
Frankly I don't give a fuck just as long as it stops waking me up.
You can have my Kookaburras too if you like?
ReplyDeleteI see your Kookaburras and raise you a tree full of Cockatoos!
ReplyDeleteBirds shit me. They've been given the marvelous gift of flight and all they want to do is sit around and shout at each other!
Wankers.
I will gladly take your storm bird if you have our nesting plovers.
ReplyDeleteThese are the most vicious fuckers ever invented.
I drove slowly past one the other day and it was trying to attack the car. Brazen little thing to boot.
Yep it's official - birds suck. Some more than others but they all suck.
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