There is a perennial question which when do you speak and when do you keep quiet? The more retired I become the greater the tendency to let the world off on its course. Then there are times . . .
Jun. 4, 2020
An Urban Myth
in the days of quiet nature settled birds sang raucously wonderfully water cleaned forests thrived the air was clear breathable
as the days went on bird population grew birds of prey had their work cut out but the chief buzzard at this time was quite stupid self-serving viscious neglecting his husbandry job
the killing nest destruction colonising the best of the forest left a very bad feeling around the general bird population things got very tetchy in this time of bird flu it only took a single toppling event to trigger the held history of prey and preyed to unleash across the whole forest a mayhem of rage against the ruling preying birds
the chief buzzard issued an order for the the usual beating and biting used time and again to subdue the majority of bird families because he was focused on the holding his control but his reign of gross mismanagement abuse incompetence came well and truly home to roost not even the most venal of his loudmouth species hating supporters could save him now