I suppose there is something wrong with me. I like cartoons. Sometimes I get a really good laugh. Richard Crowson works for the Wichita Eagle and had been gone a while but now is back. His cartoons mostly are political and not so funny. I clipped one out the other day by someone else. The cartoon showed a grumpy old man, sitting in his comfy chair with a big, black umbrella over his head. His wife (probably grumpy, too) said, “Can’t you help me catch the canary?” Get it?

When my daughter, Wanda, comes she parks her car under a tree in the backyard. She groans when she goes out to get in her car. Some beautiful bird had left a deposit right on the top.

Did you ever have a pretty bird fly over and leave a deposit on your head? We love nature but there is a bad side. If you ever pickup a cute little, tiny bird from its mother’s nest, all at once mites are crawling all over you.

Once my architect grandson was in Dubai on business. He was the guest of a sheik. A wonderful meal was served. On the plate, there was a bird’s eye (maybe fish) looking right at him.

I am not too fond of fish, shrimp, or lobster. I guess I am too used to beef or chicken. Vegetarians don’t even like that. Then there are the innards of other animals that a lot of people like — not me. Everyone to his own taste, said the guy who kissed the cow!

— Norma Hannaford