Baird’ Flight

The Baird Sandpiper is on de wing. Canada’s ex foreign affairs minister is looking for a place to roost. This Swift exit is a result of a bug that has Bittern him. A Roadrunner you could say. It is no Lark and not being a “lifer” he Wrenches himself from the Wag “tales”, Warblers and Tattlers on the hill. He says he is not a “piñata” to be Trashered. He has no rEgrets. A Kite runner for To-Run-To. With the Eagle eye of an Owl he seeks a nest on the Bay (street) with plenty of Loonies awaiting him. His tweets have been heard. The Avocets (advocates) could lure him or the Magpies and Sapsuckers bank on his skills. Alternatively he might sing his own song, chirping advise to the Bufflehead Boobies, the captains of industry, in their true blue suede shoes.

This migration has caused some ruffled feathers and is an Albatross for some, driving them Cuckoo. Every aspect of this flight has people huffin and Puffin and Raven as to why. Most of all the Kingfisher himself is finding it hard to Swallow, this Ruddy Turnstone. To his credit Baird never Parroted the PM’s squawks and spoke his mind, gaining respect. Will Harperagus’s Goose be cooked in the upcoming election? How do you replace a Nutcracker of problem solving? There is no point in Ducking the issue. He needs a Flycatcher to trap another Hairy Woodpecker who is not foreign to tapping on the doors of other countries.