Ray Goes to See Melanerpes lewis

Crumby has been reading Scandihoovian mystery novels to pass the time.  And in those particular dime novels, the Scandihoovians eat plenty of ox tongues, leaving the poor oxen, mute, henceforth.  So what good is an ox that can't moo, or communicate with the other oxen?  Not much good!

Fortunately, there is a kind minority of tongue eschewers among the Scandihoovians.  These kindly Norse have formed a society, The Dumb Oxen Club (DOC) that specializes in the placement of oxen that have had their tongues removed.  What's more, so many ox tongues are eaten by the voracious Viking descendants, that the miserable, dumb oxen that are left over must be placed in homes far flung from the far North.  Like even some of these dummies can wind up in the Republica duh Tejas, even at the Cow Barn.  Mercy! Goddess!  Mercy!

So Crumby wound up with a dumb ox.  He wanted two, but Red said no to two.  Therefore, Crumby just got just the one.

Yet today Crumby and Ray were all set to head out west to see the famous Lewis woodpecker.  The woodpecker we are now discussing is the same Lewis woodpecker featured on the Austink Area Rare Bird Alert.  But Red says, Crumby you need to muck out your dumb oxen's stall.

Not fair Red.  Why do I always have to do it?

Cause it's your ox.

Upshot.  Ray got to go see the Lewis woodpecker.  But Crumby didn't.

the Burnet County, Reveille Ranch, Lewis woodpecker