I have a pet wild bird named,
"Tweeter."
Well, Tweeter is getting more and more spoiled.
It's come to such that I leave the house
at 6:30am to go to WalMart and buy
some early bird worms to assure that Tweeter
is happy singing all day on my fence.
One day, I noticed this black phoebe chirping
on the fence. I had some meal worms in my fridge
because I had been fishing the day before.
So, I went out on my balcony and held a worm out
on the palm of my hand;
and I somehow convince this beautiful bird to take
the worm from my hand.
We have been friends ever since and it's been 4 years.
Tweeter has inspired several songs which wrote in a
movie script.
I am a writer, but mostly I write songs and
I am writing to my daughter.
That's what I am doing here at Diaryland.
5:56 p.m. - 2022-03-26