Yes, it’s confession time once again, Hooligans…
My name is Hoody Hoo… and I am a bird asshole.
Not a bird’s ACTUAL asshole, I mean I’m an asshole to birds — okay, no, that sounds like it’s on purpose. I mean, it has come to my attention that birds may THINK I’m an asshole.
Here’s the thing: In my continuing efforts to be all cheerful and shit, I’ve been whistling back at the birds when they sing at me in the trees in the morning. And here I thought I was just being terribly insipid and way too “Snow White,” but it turns out, it’s worst than that.
I was telling Chuckweasel the other day about my avian conversation skills, and it suddenly hit me: when the bird whistles, I whistle back… exactly the same. So it’s not so much a CONVERSATION, it’s just me saying whatever the bird said back to him.
Yes, Hooligans — I am a bird’s version of Pete and Repeat.