Birds Flew?

Scott had just one complaint about hir husband, Bruce. He was always nursing sick birds. One cold winter nite Scott came home and found a raven with a splint on its beak sitting in hir favorite chair. A feaverish eagle pecked at an aspirin on the dining room table, and in the kitchen, Bruce was comforting a shivering little wren he had found in the snow. Scott strode over to where Bruce was warming the cold little bird and shouted "I can't take it any more! We've got to get rid of all of these damn........." Bruce held up his hand and cut hir off in mid curse. "Please dear, not in front of the chilled wren!"