Thursday, November 17, 2011
Sitting on the pier at Santa Monica, I heard wolf whistles. I didn't assume they were for me, but you never know!
When I looked around, I saw this guy on a bicycle with 5 exotic parrots. The parrots were doing the whistling!
He eventually parked and set up shop. He let people hold the birds and take pictures. It was quite entertaining.
Maybe the wolf whistles
for me. It's comforting to think that
out there finds me attractive.
Even if it's one of our feathered friends. And he's probably doing it just to show off.
I'd better just stop blathering on now.
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