Hunting

Darryl is obviously a better hunter in autumn.  Unfortunately, many of the bugs he likes to eat have left the area by the time the leaves have fully turned.  I guess he’ll have to stick to the bird feeder, then. Or let Edna do his hunting for him.

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One Bird

I guess this one’s a bit depressing.  Then again, so are most of the ones with Lewis in them.  Still, when a line like “one bird murder” comes to you, you just have to use it somehow.

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Moving

I am actually moving as well, several states (and thus several miles) away from where I currently live.  Unfortunately, that makes it more difficult for those who wish to visit me than it does for Josh to visit Darryl.  I bet Josh won’t even visit, but will just meet up with Darryl whenever he shows up at the bird feeder.

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Night

A group of owls is known, of course, as a parliament.  I guess these owls are not sure whether two of them can constitute a group.  I’d just call them “a couple.” I think you’d need at least five or six to constitute a parliament.  Then again, I know less about collective nouns than I do about birds, so maybe two can make a parliament.

As a side note, I don’t plan to make a whole lot more of these “nighttime” strips, though they do take considerably less time to draw.

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Beats

You know, I really have no idea if woodpeckers sing or not.  Maybe they do.  I was too lazy to look it up.  Any person who is even moderately knowledgeable about birds probably knows.  Even so, they just always struck me as more of the percussionist type.

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Music

The best music comes from the inside.  Unfortunately, Lewis has quite a bit of darkness and dreariness inside him.  I wonder how the community is doing handling even one of him.

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Winter Wonderland

I heard this song playing in the store today, and I thought, “No, I don’t think Floyd’s going anywhere.” He can’t just break the tradition, though, so he’s changing his name.  He may also put on a costume, but I make no promises there.

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Should-be Poetry

The ending “ough” has at least four different pronunciations in the English language.  Is there any construction that has more?  Why can’t we just stick with one?  Better yet, let’s just get rid of it altogether.  There are better, easier ways of spelling those sounds.  Then again, if we did that Lewis’ poem would never work.

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Predictions

There are, of course, real people much like Terry who predict natural disasters all the time and most of their predictions are misses.  These are not real scientists, these are just people making predictions because they think they’re good at it.  The people who believe their predictions tend to conveniently forget their misses and only remember the hits.  Unfortunately, their predictions are often so vague that anything could be some kind of hit.  Terry should have been more vague, and he would have done better.

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Homeopathy

Of course, homeopathy is just water.  At least, it’s some kind of substance that has been diluted in water so much that the original substance is gone, and only the water (and perhaps some kind of mystical homeopathic “vibration”) remains.  For Darryl, I think this is harmless, because the alternative birdseed is still there, plus the homeopathic birdseed.  It all combines together to be the best for bird health.  It just doesn’t cure what ails you.

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