Rancher’s Beard Mistaken for Nest, Hosts Family of Sparrows

He hadn’t shaved since ’92,
Just rain and grits and morning dew.
That beard grew wild, thick as bark,
A campground for birds after dark.
A sparrow dropped in on a dare,
Then built a duplex near his hair.
By Tuesday morn, there came a song,
As baby chicks all chirped along.
The rancher grinned, “They pay no rent–
But bird poop’s part of God’s intent.”
He combed with twigs and birdseed glue,
And named one chick the IRS too.
The mayor came to see the beard,
Declared it landmark, locals cheered.
Now folks drive by to spot the crew,
And drop off worms like city zoos.
That beard don’t talk, that beard don’t shave–
But it raised three chicks and blocked one rave.

Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)

Last Updated on January 28, 2021 by Alan Nafzger