A co-worker of mine told me this story today (paraphrased):

“A couple of years ago, I was getting kinda hungry for chocolate. So I stopped into a corner store up the street where they sold candy, and I got a bag of these… they’re like malted milk balls but shaped like eggs…”

At this point I asked “Robin’s Eggs?”

“Yes. So I got a whole bag of these eggs and as I’m walking up to the bar I come up with this story in my head about the Ono bird. So I get to the first bar and I went up to each person and put an egg in front of them and said ‘Happy Ono Bird Day!, Happy Ono Bird Day’. And when I got to the third bar one of the guys said ‘What’s an Ono bird?’. And then I had ‘em.

I said ‘the Ono bird is indiginous only to Lancaster County, and every year it comes back and lays its eggs’. And the man said ‘but that looks like Robin eggs’. I said ‘Yes. That’s what’s so clever about the Ono bird, they disguise their eggs to look like robin eggs so that the blue jays will leave ‘em alone.’ Well, he asked what an Ono bird looks like, so I told him.

‘ It’s about the size of a sparrow, but it has four inch legs and six inch nuts and when it comes in to land it yells ‘Oh no! Oh no!””

Since he does this sort of thing on a regular basis, I actually believe this story.