That new feed I got for the bird feeder must be laced in crack because these little tweety birds are addicted. There's even a new nest near-by full of little baby tweety birds that do their little chirps throughout the day. They've gotten so comfortable with me that they don't fly away when I open the door or sit down next to them. Normally I'm not much of a bird person, for good reasons, but these guys are just too awesome.
There's one with a bright red chest, much brighter than the others. He's the leader. If he's at the bird feeder, the other birds wait on the balcony across from mine. I've named him Henry. Henry don't f**k around. He keeps these little b*****s in check. We be like THIS. Bird life, what.
I'm diggin' the wind today. It feels like everything's about to get lifted off the ground and go flying into the air.