It's Autumn, my favorite time of year. And one of my favorite things to see in the fall is right off of the front porch at work where I take my smoke break. It faces towards the South, and the birds come from behind me over the building. They just keep coming in waves and wads, just appearing one after the other. The only sound you hear is the air whistling through their feathers. And they just keep coming and glide across the street into the trees there.
I mean ..... they land there .... land in the trees. They don't fly INTO them .... and just go "bonk" like blind idiot birds .. who ...... can't seem to see trees that are in their way.
Although that would be equally as entertaining.
I'm supposing.
Gobagrillions of birds ... bonking...... into the.....
I should really work on my sentence structure.
On the itunes: " Trigger Hippy"..... Morcheeba