Scolding Bird

To my great frustration, the lift’s still out: my confinement continues. Today, I was scolded by an angry gull, as I stood resolutely between it and the feeder, allowing finches and sparrows to feed, behind my back.

This bird scolded till its throat was tired, then stood there, grunting, a while longer.  (Did you know birds could grunt?  I didn't.)

This bird scolded till its throat was tired, then stood there, grunting, a while longer. (Did you know birds could grunt? I didn’t.)

Outside, I can see spring’s touch everywhere. There are cherry blossoms across the street, little blue flowers in the garden, birds everywhere, people in short sleeves — when’s the lift being fixed? I want out!

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