Migrating Jokes

To tag birds migrating, the U.S. Department of the Interior used metal bands that bear the address of the Washington Biological Survey, abbreviated:
Wash. Biol. Surv.
Until the agency received the following letter from a camper:
Dear Sirs,
While camping last week I shot one of your birds. I think it was a crow. I followed the cooking instructions on the leg tag and I want to tell you it was horrible.

Three ducks were to begin migrating south for the winter. The first duck tells the other two ducks that it is the same boring trip every year, so to spice it up, he suggested a little contest. While flying south, the duck that bombs the most people will be the winner. So the first duck flies away and happens upon a county fair. He flies over the crowd of people and drops a load of shit, hitting five people. The second duck flies upon a carnival and he too drops a load of shit, hitting eight people. The third duck flies over a crowd of people, but before he could drop his load he feels and sees something pink stuck in his ass. As the three ducks meet at the South Pole, the first duck brags he hit five people at a county fair. The second duck brags he hit eight people at a carnival. The third duck said,"Just my damn luck, I had to fly over a paintball tournament!"