There is a lot of truth in this funny

I very rarely use a pick, but I had to smile at JJJ's comment about socks. I always seem to lose just one sock at a time. No idea where they go but I got a lot of odd socks. So if theirs any one legged strummers out there I can fix you up with some.

The one i lose always tend to show up after i throw the odd one away....It could take years before i throw them! But hey ho

Off the subject, but today I had to mow the yard. While working under a fir tree a non-quite-yet-old-enough-to-fly chick fell out of the nest and unfortunately got mulched. I looked up and saw another chick the same size (days from flying by itself) glaring at me as if to say "If you think I'm taking a worm from you, you're nuts!" Anyway. I stopped mowing when I finished with that side of the house, went in the house, got my Seagull 12, and worked my way about halfway through my 150-song book on the porch. Before I started the blackbirds, robins, doves, and wrens, were all in the air complaining. Two hours later when I was totally fried, I looked up and saw nothing in the air. I put down my guitar, called my wife outside, and we walked together over to the tree where the mishap occurred. I got protests from the parent robins, which assured me that the young one I saw was still being fed and taken care of. I hugged the lady at the base of the tree and we both returned into the house. The rest of the yard can wait. Oh, what we nature lovers go through...