Even The Birds Are Getting Into Big Pickup Trucks Now: COTD

Here in America, giant pickup trucks roam the lands like majestic creatures, hauling trailers, getting stuck in drive-through lines, and getting jacked to the sky. It seems everyone likes a big truck, from little grannies like my mom to teenagers. Apparently, birds love ’em, too!

Jason wrote about how an adorable robin set up shop in the wheel well of a Ford F-250, preventing the truck from moving until the robin’s kids leave the nest. Rod Millington:

Are the new owners empty nesters?

Canopysaurus:

He blocks in the wheel well all day long
This F 250 won’t be leavin’ anon
All the little birdies in the dealer’s fleet
Love to hear the robin go tweet tweet tweet

Blockin’ robin, tweet tweet tweet
Blockin’ robin tweet tweetly tweet
Go blockin’ robin
‘Cause you’re really gonna block tonight

Every little swallow, every chickadee
And every little bureaucrat in old DC
The wise old owl, the big black crow
Flappin’ their gums singing, go bird, go

Blockin’ robin, tweet tweet tweet
Blockin’ robin’ tweet tweetly tweet
Go blockin’ robin
‘Cause you’re really gonna block tonight

Yeah, yeah

Pretty little turdus on the dealer’s sign
Taught them how to do the block and it was fine
They started going steady and bless my soul
Out popped four eggs in the front wheel cove

Blockin’ robin, tweet tweet tweet
Blockin’ robin’ tweet tweetly tweet
Go blockin’ robin
‘Cause you’re really gonna block tonight

He blocks in the wheel well all day long
Hoppin’ and a-boppin’ and singing his song
All the little birdies say, “I guess that’s that
‘Less the dealer goes out and buys a cat

Blockin’ robin, tweet tweet tweet
Blockin’ robin’ tweet tweetly tweet
Go blockin’ robin
‘Cause you’re really gonna block tonight

James Mason:

Gonna start a polymarket on whether or not the truck will be recalled before the babies fledge.

I don’t hate manual transmissions:

As someone cursed with the given name of Robin, I thought my middle school years had exposed me to every possible joke/insult about my name (examples: “Where’s Batman?”, “When are you flying south for the winter?”, “You don’t look like a girl”, etc…), I guess all I can say is thank you, Torch, for turdus migratorius. Thankfully the middle schoolers I went to school with didn’t know latin.

Today, we’ve been covering the Stellantis turnaround plan, including Dodge’s new cars. AlterId:

…a gateway into the brotherhood of muscle.

One can be optimistic about the car, but the language used to describe it approaches the horseshoe-like intersection of natural deodorants and podcast-fueled testosterone replacement abuse. Here’s hoping it has functioning emissions controls.

RataTejas:

The sphincter is a muscle.

Have a great evening, everyone!

Topshot graphic image: Ford/Andy Morffew – CC BY 2.0