I've got a ferret sticking up my noooose

At least, that was how it felt to Karl and Bernard as they attempted to sleep in a tent this evening. So VERY VERY hard to sleep with a stuffy nose.

Karl : "MAN! I can't pick my nose in here!"

Ah! The joys of sleeping in a tent.

Anyway, After a very very interesting night, Karl woke uncharacteristically early. The sun was shining. The birds were chirping.

"The larks on the wing
The something-or-other's on the thorn
God's in his Heaven
All's right with the world"

That's a poem by someone...probably Robbie Burns....and that's how it felt to Karl at 5:00 in the morning. So, of course, he thought it was time to wake up. Naturally, he woke Bernard up. Bernard was NOT happy...but after a few minutes, they decided to eat.

And that's where they are right now. Eating and thinking deep philosophical thoughts!

Over and out.

-The EX-Parrot