Don't know if it was luck or
fate to have a Chukar
in the yard.
Each time we pass a win-dow
we wonder when he'll go
to another yard or place,
seeking food and space.
He's partridge-like, that we can see,
but we have not a pear-like tree.
Grapefruit, orange, lemon, each.
No pear or apple,plum or peach.
His stay with us 'twill not be long,
but till he goes we'll sing his song:
"On the first day of Christmas my
true love gave to me
a partridge in a pear tree."
(Has this guy finally cracked?)
