People don’t get tired of searching the net for vagina stuff, and I have not yet gotten, nor anticipate getting, tired of writing about vagina stuff. Today’s search phrase free write, courtesy of two aspiring ornithologists, is: “bird vagina”.
The closest I’ve come to seeing two birds having sex is the male pigeon’s courtship dance. Beyond that, it’s easy to forget that birds are sexual. It’s kind of like when you see your mom and dad flirting. Or Santa and Mrs. Claus giving each other eskimo kisses. “Oh yeah,” you think to yourself. “They have urges, sexual and otherwise, just like the rest of us. Weird.”
Hey, remember how last year my dad bought my mom Predator on DVD? He accidentally did that again this year.
Other noteworthy Christmas gifts: our cat (my dad) bought the entire family a copy of Terminator: Salvation. My dad let me open it. When he handed the present to me I asked him why the tag (To: Family, From: Critter) was taped onto the back of the gift instead of the front. And my dad said, “It’s from the cat. He’s stupid.”
So, bird vagina. One of my favorite things about home is that outside of our big kitchen window, right in front of the sink, my mom hangs a bird feeder and suet from the tree. So it makes this perfect bird-watching spot! In the comforts of the kitchen! It’s really great. Sometimes I can see their vaginas.
Some people are probably sexually attracted to birds. I started to write more on this idea, but decided it wasn’t worthy of anyone’s time. One of the sentences may have posited: “Women like a nice beak.”
Anyway. I’m thankful for a lot this holiday season. I’m pretty ecstatic about where I am, who I am, and the people who are surrounding me. And I’m especially ecstatic about bird vagina.