This is another episode of Tales From the RV Park, stories from the RV parks where I’ve camped. Disclaimer: These stories are fictitious, happened in nightmares, are hearsay, and/or are what others recounted to me. I am part Irish, so there is likely a good deal of exaggeration. The names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. There is no relation to persons living, dead, or in jail, even if you think so. In other words, don’t bother trying to sue me. This post is about birds, flowers, and sunsets; it doesn’t need a disclaimer.
Your “learn something new” for today: A group of pelicans is called a pod. The group can also be called a squadron. The title of this post was chosen for no reason other than “A Pod of Pelicans” sounded more catchy than “A Squadron of Pelicans”. Plus, I had recent photos and video of pelicans. So today, pelicans – and a new word. You’re welcome.
A pod of pelicans.
A migrating pod of American White Pelicans landed on the lake a couple evenings ago. (This is the lake where I’m currently parked in the wee town I call Pizzaville.)
American White Pelicans on the lake.
It’s moments like this that make up for the Texas storms. Kinda. The video below shows about two hundred pelicans landing on the lake. But, wait! There’s more…
Can we really say a monkey who takes our drinks is a thief? An alcoholic, yes, but it needs to be breaking a law to be committing a crime and considered a thief. Last I heard they were no laws governing what monkeys can or cannot do. They’re allowed to drink and drive because they’re not expressly prohibited from doing so.
Yes, my new job is with attorneys. Sorry, I’ll stop now.
Ok, on with the show… uh, so to speak. (The NSFW stuff follows…) But, wait! There’s more…
Today, this is it: Birds and humans have a remarkably similar courtship practice. There is more to the phrase “The Birds & The Bees” then we know.
You’ve all heard about my cat …..WAIT, don’t run away! It get’s better.
I worry The Kibble Wrangler gets bored when I’m not home so I throw birdseed out on the balcony to make “Kitty TV”. You know, so she can see some birds behind the glass and chatter at them. Remember what it might be like to be free and chasing them. Kitty TV or kitty torture, there’s a fine line between the two.
I assumed Kitty TV was working just fine – until the other evening. I was home and had a chance to observe it for a bit. (No, I do not have a wild social life at the moment. This is it, folks: I’m amused just watching Kitty TV.)
I swear I didn’t know when I innocently put out birdseed for Kitty TV, I was actually signing up for the porn channel. How could I know this?? I mean, where’s the Kitty TV installation manual? Right? Birdseed should really come with one.