Gawd I miss those critters at martini time, when they would peck at the lime slices in our empty glasses. Just a year ago in an experiment that went awry, they flew off never to come back. Actually Mambo, my favorite, came back briefly, but when he could not persuade Samba to follow suit, he went back to that distant palm tree. Both eventually disappeared, probably killed by an owl or other predator. Nikki still looks towards that distant palm from time to time. I switched to gin.
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no more experiments pls
AREN'T MARTINIS MADE WITH GIN. MAYBE THOSE LITTLE BIRDS WERE AFTER THE GIN INSTEAD OF THE LIMES. NEIGHBORS THAT USE TO LIVE ON YOUR STREET AT THE END ON THE NORTHSIDE, USE TO HAVE PARAKEETS, BUT THEY GOT LOSE AND FLEW AWAY ALSO. MAYBE THEY MIGHT HAVE ENDED UP BEING YOURS.
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