If a tree is about to fall in the forest and there are only two birders around to hear it, which one gets to take the photo?
Not a Wisconsin badger. It’s a Nebraska badger.
The policeman asked me to look at the lineup and see if I could identify which squirrel had raided my bird feeder.
I know the feeling. I brought the wrong uniform to a basketball game once.
As the beaver said, “It’s been nice gnawing you.”
A dear little deer.