i have just come back inside after a meeting with the birds. one of them had hacked my password and read this post. they didn't come after me, they are so gentile. with a slight smile and tears in my eyes, i explained to them this was all fun, no one really wanted to hurt them. one of them, harry i think, mentioned something about a police helicopter pursuit. i convinced him they were after a cop with tennis elbow who was suffering a nervous breakdown. the little pictures of some of his relatives painted on the side of one of those nasty machines, are the birds they accidently had hit looking for "officer nervous breakdown" and the cigar smoking was acceptable in a helicopter. the fact that i had a tennis elbow brace on my arm was because of the excessive amount of time i spent using my mouse.
i know i heard a snicker when i mentioned my mouse. some people and yes birds too, have a dirty mind.
i promised i would switch from beet to cane sugar.
i won't know the outcome of our meeting until just before sunset when they all come to have their last feeding, no, not their last meal, just a last minute snack before bed time. i hope they are not in collusion with a certain cigar smoker that posts on this board. i will await my fate with a montecrist #5 from an isom and hold my head up, looking at the sky, and never flinch if they fly over my face and stop for a moment. your humble servant, richard barry miller.
