FOR THE BIRDS

You've all met Sir Poopalot here in the pages of my blog. Our little blue budgie slash parakeet has his endearing qualities. Like the complete and utter inability to fly. And stay on his perch. He falls quite noisily and creates a ruckus. Well, the neighbors across the way have a cockathingamagiggee kind of bird. I don't know his official name, but "Squawker" will do for now. He gets to sit outside on the porch during this warm weather. I think the two fine feathered friends talk to each other. All day. I'm not quite sure what they are communicating to one another, but they are definitely singing off of the same page in their little birdie hymnal. It's enough to drive the cat crazy.