A Real Whack Job October 24, 2012Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Nature, People, Word Play.
Tags: Bird, Golf club, Humor, Nature, People, Whack Job
Every evening, at half an hour to sunset, a lone patrol strolls with great strides across the berm, whacking and smacking two golf clubs together every few feet to discourage birds from roosting in the trees overnight.
Twilight descends. The birds return. Nature prevails.
What a whack job!
Aah . . . that’s better!