Birds on a Wire (Aka: The Bob & Mary Sue Saga)

The highlight of my morning was when three green parrots landed on my cable wire veering from my left living room window and began to play out the ritual of greeting, squawking, and general grooming.  By the time two more arrived, I swear that the middle one was winking at me.  They canoodled, preened, prattled, and perched, and I caught it all in an amusing time sequence.  For those with children present, please avert their eyes: this is going to get a bit 'Discovery Channel' if you know what I mean...  But all in a good laugh, jah?

Hello, my name is Bobby.  And this here is Mary Sue.  We are pretending to not notice each other because of that awkward encounter last week.  Let's just say, it put my feathers in a ruffle, if you catch my drift.

I'm looking left.

And she's looking right.  I suppose we'll pretend that we don't recognize each other.  No biggie.

Oh no.  She's coming my way.  Abort mission.  Fly away!  Act excited.  No, act cool. 

She's into me.  That's right.  She's into me.

[Side Note: And that's when the viewer, silly human, began to feel a bit awkward (read: voyeuristic) herself.] 

Things got a bit ugly.  Things got a bit... real.

Yep.

I hope they stretched for yoga.

And this was pre-coffee.  Well played, sir, well played.

Mary Sue: Let's be civilized about this, Bob.

Bob: Giggity Giggity! 

(The bird's the word.  Hooha.)

To all, a merry morning, and a cheery, un-weary day.  May the little moments surprise you, and those awkward conversations... lead to something magical.  Like a bird stooped on your wire, in front of your window, or a happy coincidence that reignites old friends.  In the wise words of Bob, I beckon forth with, "Did you see that?  That's right.  She digs me."  I mean, "Act cool, Bob, act cool."