Ray's Thought for the Day - JB 26, '05

At the Cow Barn there stay Carya illinoiensis, Hyphantia cunea, wasps and Coccyzus americanus. Translating these into English we get pecan, a web worm type that is white when its in a moth metamorphosis, wasps, and the yellow-billed cuckoo. Note: There are sundry wasps that stay here, but we don't know all their names.


What's that Red?

Yepper. One more I need to mention is Passer domesticus, the house sparrow, or as we reference 'em here, "them dern English sparrows".

So all these, ah, Red should I include Lomo here?

Gaul dern it Ray, leave Lomo out of it, ye'll put us off our breakfast feed.

All righty then Red. So all these noted above that stay here at the Cow Barn are a partial parcel of a food chain that for the sake of the vulgar and ignorant I have here greatly oversimplified leaving off Lomo, flies, spiders and ants among others. Now roaring ahead on at supersonic speed; there's the pecans and the webwroms eat them, and everone else eats the webworms. The birds may eat the wasps too, but none of us have been able to verify that (academically speaking) at the Cow Barn scale. The wasps and cuckoos eat the webworms when the webworms are in one of their several caterpillar metamorphoses. Them dern English sparrows though, catch 'em (the webworms) when the webworms are in their white moth metamorphosis. Note: Them Dern English Sparrows Turned Flycatchers Days is celebrated as Holidays at the Cow Barn because we are all mightily tickled by them dern English sparrows' acrobatical aerial displays which they (them dern English sparrows)undertake to apprehend the moths.

Which brings me to my Thought for the Day.

In the times of travel between my apprenticeship with ol Dr. Swineherd and fetching up here at the good ol RGVECB I once heard a snatch of song that went:

"The cuckoos a purty bird,
she sings when she flies,
but she never says cuckoo,
til the 4th of July".

Now I am wondering if this snatch of song was meant as literal, or allegorical. Cause the cuckoos in these parts have been saying cuckoo ever since they fetched up here, back in May. (I have also had this thought before now too, on many occasions dating back many moons, and it troubles me).