Fine Feathered Friends

I love dogs. They are really wonderful pets, truly almost human sometimes. I love to have them around and I love taking them on walks. I also love cats with their nonchalant ways and their soft fur waking you up every morning. But I really don’t have pets. I borrow them from friends and neighbors when I need a boast in my mood or I am feeling lonely and need company for a walk. Besides most dogs or cats greet me every time I am outside. Bob constantly reminds me that I attract animals and children with regularity. But still I do not feel that there is a need for me to bring a dog or cat into my very small condo where there is barely enough room for two humans. I won’t even mention the crowdedness that happens every Christmas and summer when my sons are home from school and choose to stay with us. Somehow my plan of my space being a pure two person home with an occasional guest keeps getting put on hold while my sons decide what to do with their lives. So I adopted the wild ravens outside. I tend to feed them at least once a week on my patio. I put some walnuts or chicken out there and they will spot it and feast until all is gone. Two of them I dubbed George and Fat Tony sometimes even knock on the door to let me know that it has been a while since I fed them. Sometimes I will put out some sunflower seeds to feed some of the smaller birds that live in one of plant pots. The other day I put out some walnuts after Fat Tony knocked. After about 5 minutes of George and Fat Tony taking turns hiding some prime pieces throughout the neighborhood they called over all their friends. This is the first time none of the other birds showed up. I couldn’t figure it out until I saw this huge ass seagull bullying my birds and taking all the walnuts. But because my birds are natural bad-asses they got very daring and extremely close to this bully seagull. They reminded me to not back down from a fight even if the other guy is bigger. Thanks Fat Tony and George!