Knowing that my fiancé's mother is an avid bird-watcher, I planned an intimate get-to-know-you picnic for the three of us at Dream Canyon in Colorado. I'd heard a rumor that nude sunbathers sometimes frequented the place, but having been there twice and never seen one, I tagged the location as safe.
Fifteen minutes into our picnic, our idyllic spot was overrun with nude men. Aghast, we ate quickly, and then I ushered my future mother-in-law toward the exit. On our way out, I spotted a native bird in a tree and said, "Look, Mom, it's a Colorado downy woodpecker."
She replied, "Well, we've seen a lot of native Colorado peckers today, haven't we?"
