Cuckoos

One, spring.

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king, Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing, Cuckoo, jug jug, puwe, twite-two.

The palm and may make country houses gay, Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day, And we hear aye birds tune their merry lay, Cuckoo, jug jug, puwe, twite-two.

The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit, In every street these tunes our ears do greet, Cuckoo, jug jug, puwe, twite-two.

Spring, the sweet spring by T. Nash.

Two, summons to love.

There where the flutter of his wings upon his back and body flings shadows and sunny glimmerings that cover him all over.

My dazzled sight he oft deceives, a brother of the dancing leaves, then flits and from the cottage eaves pours forth his song in gushes, as if by that exulting strain he mocked and treated with disdain the voiceless form he chose to feign while fluttering in the bushes.

Oh.

You know, I, I, I'm not, I don't know how I feel about the Stepford Cuckoos literally being Emma's daughters.

That's ...

I think the subplot has aged nicely in the comics, but when it was introduced in Phoenix Warsong, it felt very left field, and a lot of us were like, "Okay, they're mini clones of Emma," but, you know, Emma's had a lot of cosmetic surgery.

Emma is a brunette.

She dyes her hair blonde.

I- little things that, like, no one really thought about, you know, when making the Cuckoos mini clones.

But yes, eventually I would love to see the Cuckoos there as protégés.

They first met at a gymnasium in Hollywood in the late 1940s.

Williams wrote, directed, produced, and starred in the bizarre low-budget 1964 horror film Nest of the Cuckoo Bird.

Before this, he had roles in the Bronson films From Noon Till Three, where he played the sheriff, and The White Buffalo, where he played a bartender.

Betty's mother is played by Senta Scott.

So it was like I didn't even have to go anywhere.

Cuckoos.

Yeah.

Got cuckoos up the hill.

Sure

Because cuckoos are actually quite fascinating, aren't they?

Cuckoos are so fascinating.

Rob had this thing.

When one of them was finished, it would sing tick-tock, tick-tock, just like the other queer things on the shelf.

And this constant ticking so interested me that I raised my head and called out, "Cuckoo, cuckoo." "That's it," cried the old man delightedly.

"That's what I wanted to hear.

It's the real cuckoo at last and not a bit like those cheap imitations." I didn't understand at first what he meant, but he worked at his bench all day and finally brought to my cage a bird made out of wood that was carved and painted to look just as I was.

That will never do in the world." So all the next day he worked hard trying to make his wooden bird say cuckoo in the proper way, and at last it really spoke quite naturally so that it startled even me when I heard it.

This seemed to please my captor very much, so he put it inside one of the ticking things on the shelf.

And by and by, a door opened, and the wooden bird jumped out and cried, "Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo," and then jumped back again, and the door closed with a snap.

"Bravo," cried the old white hair, but I was rather annoyed, for I thought the wooden bird was impudent in trying to ape the ways of live cuckoos.

But then I was no better off than before, because the windows and the door of the room were fast shut.

i grew more cross and ill-tempered than before when i discovered this and to add to my annoyance that miserable wooden bird would every once in a while jump out and yell cuckoo and then bounce back into its house again without daring to argue with me this at last made me frantic with rage and i resolved to be revenged the next time the wooden bird made its appearance i fell upon it in a flash and knocked it off the little platform before it had uttered its cry more than twice it fell upon the floor and broke one of its wings but in an instant i dashed myself upon it and bit and scratched the impudent thing until there was not a bit of paint left upon it its head came off too and so did its legs and the other wing and before i was done with it no one ever would have known it was once a clever imitation of myself finding that i was victorious i cried cuckoo in triumph and just then the little door of the ticking thing opened and the platform where the wooden bird had stood came out of it and remained for a time motionless I quickly flew up and perched upon it, and shouted, Cuckoo! again, in great glee.

As I did so, to my amazement, the platform on which I stood leapt backwards, carrying me with it, and the next instant the door closed with a snap, and I found myself in darkness.

Wildly I fluttered my wings, but it was of no use.

The rascal will escape!' I glanced at the window and saw that it was indeed wide open.

The sight filled me with triumphant joy.

Before the old man could get up upon his feet and reach the window, I had perched upon the sill, and with one parting cry of, "'Cuckoo!' I spread my wings and flew straight into the air." well i never went back to inquire if he enjoyed the trick i had played upon him but i've laughed many a time when i thought of the old fellow's comic expression when a real cuckoo instead of a painted one flew out of his ticking machine as the cuckoo ended his tale the other birds joined in a chorus of shrill laughter but chubbins said to them gravely he was a smart man though to make a cuckoo clock i saw one myself one time and it was a wonderful thing the cuckoo told what time it was every hour was it made of wood asked the blue jay i don't know that replied the boy lark but of course it wasn't a real bird It only shows, remarked the bobolink, how greatly those humans admire us birds.

They make pictures of us and love to keep us in cages so they can hear us sing, and they even wear us in their bonnets after we're dead.

So let's just-- So do we call crows crows because they crow? Yes.

Cuckoo is the same thing.

They say, "Cuckoo," we say call them the cuckoo.

Yeah.

They have taught us their name.

Bertha often visits a little friend who helps her father make cuckoo clocks.

Did you ever see one of these curious clocks? As each hour comes around, a little bird comes outside the case.

Then it flaps its wings and sings, "Cuckoo," in a soft, sweet voice as many times as there are strokes to the hour.

It is great fun to watch for the little bird and hear its soft notes.

Perhaps you wonder what makes the bird come out at just the right time.