Peep had her first visitors today. She loved the attention and I loved the gifts (oh, um, and the company!). With all this undivided attention, Peep is in serious danger of becoming an avian genius. When she starts chirping plays (or poems, for that matter), I'll know whom to credit.But seriously, friends, thanks for the food and wine. Peep welcomes you back any time (except you, Michele...something about grilled chicken).
And now, after a great deal of post-visit-rehash-chirping, she's sound asleep in her box. Between the country mouse and my childhood hot water bottle heater, her apartment is starting to resemble a little stuffed animal farm.
Bird Song of the Day: Blackbird - Elliott Smith
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