Flappy Bird

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

You are looking at the highlight of my day. It's not like it was a bad day or anything. In fact it was pretty good. But at lunchtime I went out for a spicy bratwurst in a bun. 

Oh hush. Everyone deserves a big spicy sausage every now and again.

It was a lovely day and I sat under a tree and listened to the little feathery chaps chirping all around me. I threw down some bratwurst bun and these little fellows appeared. A dad and two chicks.

I say chicks. They were about as big as he was, and just as capable of feeding themselves. But, like typical teenagers, they couldn't be @rsed. Instead they followed dad around, flapping their little stubby wings ferociously and making HIM feed them instead.

Poor Mr. Sparrow. He looked at me when I threw the bread with a look of, "Thanks buddy, these little ****s haven't shut up all ****ing morning."

I had no idea sparrows were so sweary. Did you? I also didn't know that male sparrows took care of the chicks. But here he is. A feminist sparrow, if you will.

I happily sat there for 30 minutes while the flappy birds did their thing. I love stuff like that. Add a bratwurst in a bun to the deal and you have the highlight of my day. 

S.