Thursday, January 1, 2004

Why I Hate Terns

In this Week's Hard Taco Digest: 

1) Why I Hate Terns 

Dear friends,

  This is why I hate terns: 

  Project Puffin is an organization dedicated to reintroducing wild puffins into their natural habitats. Recently, my wife and I joined the Audobon Society's "Adopt-a-puffin" program. Our adopted puffin is a beautiful 26-year-old named Y22. She spends the summers with her lifemate Bi70 on Eastern Egg Rock, an historic nesting island in the Gulf of Maine. We have already received a good deal of correspondence from Y22 and her caregivers, and we have watched her grow over the last year. She has been seen loafing with other puffins, billing with Bi70 (a graceful puffin pair bonding ritual), and bringing white hake fish to her fledgling chick. All of this may sound rather droll to those of you who have never experienced the joys of parenthood, but to us, there is no greater joy than seeing our own Y22 nurturing a new baby puffling
  When I picked up the most recent issue of "The Egg Rock Gazette," I was shocked to learn that another animal protection group has moved in on Project Puffin territory. Some pencil pusher at the Audobon Center has decided to save money by repopulating the same island with Common Terns! For those of you who haven't had the great displeasure of meeting a tern, allow me to describe these filthy creatures. Terns are the ornithological equivalent of yipping lap dogs. They are small, hideously ugly, and have annoying high-pitched chirps. They do not have any adorable behaviors like "billing" or "loafing," and their chicks are called "hatchlings" rather than the infinitely cuter "pufflings." Basically, the Common Tern is only an endangered species because of its own stupidity and complete lack of any useful purpose whatsoever.  To make matters worse, these terns consume massive amounts of herring, white hake, and sand launce fish, the three dietary staples of the Atlantic Puffin. In just a few short years the terns already outnumber the puffins on Eastern Egg Rock with nearly 1600 chicks fledged! 
  I have also heard that terns come up a lot more often than puffins in crossword puzzles. Unfair.
  Now is the time for men and women of conscience to take action.  I'll be damned if I'm going to see one more of those gentle, loveable puffins crowded out of her ancestral nesting grounds by some brainless hake-stealing waterfowl. Please help me send the Audobon Society a strong message that we have zero tolerance for their shameless tern-promoting policies. Let the terns live, I say, but let them live somewhere else. Contact them at or visit them on the web at 

  The January Hard Taco song is called, "Dr. Fenwick's Snake Oil." Any and all profits I make off this song will be earmarked for disseminating my birdist propaganda. Enjoy. 

With warmest regards,