Jay noticed at roosting time in the late afternoon, that dear old Sal was still poking her head out to see if it was cocktail hour. She just knew he would have some sort of hor d'oeuvres for her. On a lark, he stuck his arm out and she mustered her fat rear end out the window to fly over and see what she could charm him out of. It is now a nightly affair. Cocktail hour with Sal. (For the record, Sallie likes fine imported French cheese.)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment