Birds of a feather …

Yep it’s that time again! Time to shake my noggin about a bit and see what word combinations emerge this time. Enjoy!

Honk was not the most ambitious goose. His flock mates called him downright lazy. It was not his fault he preferred staying in one place than all this crazy flying about every few months. Who in their right mind wanted to fly miles when a simple leisurely float in a pond felt so good? Granted the float tended to lose its appeal when your downy arse started freezing to the pond, but still. And this year, with the unseasonal weather, what was the big hurry anyway? The Gander in Chief couldn’t seem to decide if they were coming or going!