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We have this guest in our garden/entrance who has decided to nest here. Since she's a cardinal and I haven't seen hide nor feather of her mate, I decided to ask her where her husband is, knowing that he's supposed to be feeding her while she's incubating.
"I've noticed that you have three eggs," I said. "You flew away yesterday and I counted them."
"Yeah," she said. "I went out for a couple drinks with the girls."
"Where's your husband? Isn't he supposed to be bringing you goodies?
"That prick!" she exclaimed. "I hear he's messing around with some slut named Hildegard on the other side of the creek."
"I'm sorry to hear that," I offered. "Can I help?"
"As The Duke used to say, don't worry 'bout me," she replied. "I can take care of myself AND the chicks."
She gave a little "cheep, cheep" chuckle. "Besides, I've fixed his ass."
"How so?" I queried.
She cackled. "I've told all my friends on Face Book that he's got the clap. His cruising days are over. He's what you'd call a crapped up cardinal."
"Damn, girl," I said. "You're cold. But I can dig it." I made a motion to leave. "By the way, my name's Des. What's yours?"
She gave a little smile. "Peaches," she said. "See you around."
We have this guest in our garden/entrance who has decided to nest here. Since she's a cardinal and I haven't seen hide nor feather of her mate, I decided to ask her where her husband is, knowing that he's supposed to be feeding her while she's incubating.
"I've noticed that you have three eggs," I said. "You flew away yesterday and I counted them."
"Yeah," she said. "I went out for a couple drinks with the girls."
"Where's your husband? Isn't he supposed to be bringing you goodies?
"That prick!" she exclaimed. "I hear he's messing around with some slut named Hildegard on the other side of the creek."
"I'm sorry to hear that," I offered. "Can I help?"
"As The Duke used to say, don't worry 'bout me," she replied. "I can take care of myself AND the chicks."
She gave a little "cheep, cheep" chuckle. "Besides, I've fixed his ass."
"How so?" I queried.
She cackled. "I've told all my friends on Face Book that he's got the clap. His cruising days are over. He's what you'd call a crapped up cardinal."
"Damn, girl," I said. "You're cold. But I can dig it." I made a motion to leave. "By the way, my name's Des. What's yours?"
She gave a little smile. "Peaches," she said. "See you around."
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I got a chuckle out of this one. Thanks for sharing!
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