A Pair of Burd Nurds

Meet Keving. Bruv of Keef. (Both of them a pair of Pratts)
He got a ‘Spot Your Bird’ Guide in his left pocket look.
He a proper ‘Burder’. He like every aspect, every fing an fevva, of ‘Burd’.
He likes thems plumage. He’s likes thems beaks. He likes thems tweety little singsongs. He likes thems light aerated energy.
He likes lookin faw thems funny little looks.
He likes when a burd nearly falls off a branch it bin clung on to with its clingy claws.
He likes when another burd tries to nick this burds crusts.
He likes it when that burd on feeder gets flighty and feisty.
He likes it when a burd hops about like a demented tit.

Keving is keen to spot Burd No 41 on his To Do Burd Hit List:
That be a pair of Pink Titty Warblers. Rarely ever seen. Hardly ever seen apart. Odd glimpses of such am often confined to solitary flights of fancy.
Keving is also eagerly awaiting Burds No’s 77 & 78 & 79 on his To Do Burd Hit List:
The “Crusted Bustard” (No 77) The “Busty Custard” (No 78) and The “Cushty Bustard” (No 79) all frequently seen hung upside down on clothes lines, or during wobbling murmurations across dusky sunsets.

Meet Lindy Lou. Sister of Candace Marie. (Both of them a pair of Tweetings)
Lindy Lou is desperate to feed Bird No 42 on her To Do Burd Feed List.
One of them tufty things. With the topknots. Looks like a Grebe.

She got pocketfuls of seeds (poppy & sunflower), nuts (wall & pea), balls (fat & fatter), bread (crumbs & crusts), baps (buttered & cheesy), lettuce (rocket & non rocket), green veg (sprouts & leafies), bacon (streaky, rinds, diced), buns (iced & cream), burgers (wurmed), quiches (caterpillared), cakes (beetled & battenburged)

Keving and Lindylou were besides them little selves last Sunday wen up on Labrador Bay.

A dozen Curly Buntings cum frontbunting an backbunting all over everywhere.
Circlin cirly swirls of lemonyellow delight full into thems burdbrained heads.

Keving and Lindylou couldn’t help feeling little flips of nurdfelt ecstasy.
Like burds they became. Ready to take off.
Lindylou on Kevings back.
In wingless flights of nurdishness.