"The Great Swarm” begin January 1st when bird droppings run amuck. Uncontrollably at that! The convergence of peeps, casts, herds, murders, bevies, flamboyances, colonies, asylums, tidings, parliaments, squadrons, etc. leads to a love, hate relationship for those who call Florida their home. Yes, the revenue is much appreciated but FTR have little tolerance for the “this is my vacation” attitude.
This mad convergence of our fine featherless friends makes one generate several questions. Did Birds learn manners as a child? If so, they need a refresher course. Millenniums must have learned entitlement and arrogance from Baby Boomer Senior Citizens. Who taught Birds how to drive? Please learn to fly because you can’t drive! Only 37 states and Canada require taking and passing a Driver’s Education course to obtain a license. Guess what, Birds failed the road courtesy section, obeying speed limits, staying in one lane and maybe third grade reading. Road signs require reading. Why do people walk three abreast on the wrong side of a narrow two-lane street? How can they be totally oblivious, not missing a step, when drivers go around them only to find another car coming towards them. Do rollerbladers, skateboarders, bicyclist and others operating something on wheels realize they are to obey the same traffic laws as motorist? Hey, that’s a stop sign moron! The courtesy of letting Miss Walker know you are coming up on her left Mr. Cyclist, who is not supposed to be on the sidewalk, would be appreciated.
How do you change the “this is my vacation so cater to me” attitude? Hmmmm! Sorry folks Birds are Birds, and sh%$ happens. Live with it! There is an upside of Bird season. Every April when Birds fly north and it’s safe for FTRs to come out of hibernation.
