In Keith’s words. “Using this photo (below) as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here.
Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries, with links to your own blog or website, next Monday.”
The photo
“Easy guys, easy.”
“You say something, Frank?”
“No, I didn’t say anything.”
“Could have sworn I heard something.”
“We need to get control of this bird.”
“Fat chance Dumbo.”
“Come on, Gerry. You don’t have to be insulting.”
“What are you talking about?”
” I said. ‘We have to get control of this bird,’ and you called me, ‘Dumbo.”‘
“I did nothing of the sort.”
“Sure you did fathead.”
“Alright, Frank. I think we have had it for the day.”
“Now what?”
“You just called me fathead.”
“You must be imagining things. I didn’t call you anything.”
“Your mother wears combat boots.”
“Okay, Gerry. Secure your bird. I definitely do not want to do this anymore.”
“Fine with me.”
“Sissy.”
That’s it, Frank. As soon as I get this bird tethered you and I are going to have a serious discussion about friendship.”
“Yeah, well bring it on.”
“Okay smart guy. How about I give you a smack on the chin.”
“I haven’t said a word, Gerry. You are getting worked up over nothing.”
“And you are the nothing.”
“Nice. Get that bird in the car and come on back. I think you have a whooping coming.”
“Forget the bird let’s get it on. Oh, wait. He just broke loose.”
“Hey, you guys. Bird one. Humans zero.”
“You know that bird could talk?”
“I think it is more like that bird can mind control. No, I didn’t. What about that whooping.”
“Ah, that was just the bird talkin.’ How about a beer.”
“You’re on. Too bad he got away.”
“Why?”
“Could have made some money.”
“And lose your mind.”
“Yeah, and that. Let’s go.”
Fiction Favorites 
Ha ha – Thanks for starting my Tuesday with a smile, John.
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Thanks for letting me know. 😀
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Looks like these guys got into a tug-o-war with a bird and lost, eh?!!
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It does. Thanks, GP.
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Didn’t see that scenario coming. Psychic falcons would be a menace.
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You can have the character if you wish. Sounds like something that might fit one of your stories. 😀
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I think Fizzle would get jealous. 😜
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LOL! You crack me up!
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I enjoy doing that for sure. 😀
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Again, I marvel at your imaginative powers, John. Thanks for the morning chuckle.
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I didn’t expect that ending! Fun read, John. 😀
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I’m glad you liked it.
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I would definitely lose mine! Ha! Good one.
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Thanks, Susie.
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That bird sure knows how to break up a friendship! He’s probably spent too much time tethered to a pole in a mall pet shop.
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I ould say. Thanks, Debbie.
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Cracks me up! Who Knew! Two ventriloquists in the same post!! How do you do that?! Always a good chuckle on Tuesdays! Thanks, John. ♥
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Thank you, Billy Ray
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🙂 ♥
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A Jedi hawk is the scariest thing I’m going to ponder today. Hopefully . .
And as for the misunderstanding between these two, just more proof that all the words problems can in fact, be solved with beer.
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So true. Unless a coule of beer snobs get to arguing about which is best.
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Ugh! You’re not wrong! LOL
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😀
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Had to root for this bird! Good one John.
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Good bird.
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I’m with Denise on this one in cheering on the bird. Thanks for the smiles, John!
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Thank you, Mae.
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Good one. Yes, I think a beer is in order and good for the bird for escaping! 🙂
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Yes it is. Thanks, Jan
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Tee-hee! Fun take on the prompt, John. Hugs on the wing!
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Thank you, Teagan. Hugs on the hoof.
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*laughing* Funny, Butch. I’d have run away screaming.
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Ha ha ha
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This was a really fun read, John. Thank you!
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🙂
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It’s bad enough when there is no talking bird… people are totally misunderstanding all the time!
Glad the bird got away and they can go back to being drinking buddies…
What a hoot!
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It is a wonder people can interact at all since the filters are so strong. Reminds me of the old joke about the guy walking into the office and the boss says, “Good morning.” The guy then wonders, “What did he mean by that?”
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No kidding. It has gotten worse with all these rules and regulations regarding political correctness too!
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So true.:-D
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😊
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And I never saw his beak move, John 😂Thank goodness beer won over a smack on the chin.
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Ha ha ha. Good one Hugh. 😀
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What a twisted bird. Ha, ha! Well, he got his way in the end. Freedom! 😀 xx
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Yes he did. Thanks, Vashti.
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Late to the party, Raptors are pretty smart. Those guys really got played! Fun read John!
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Thank you, Deborah.
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[…] Birdland by John W. Howell © 2018 […]
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Sorry to miss this one, Keith.
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