There's a bird in The Bird House with whom I converse whenever I visit the zoo.
It is one of the Hornbills and over its beak it seems to have grown a kazoo.
It is next to the toucan not quite by the door, and each time I see it I squawk.
In response every time it squawks right back at me, as if it is trying to talk.
We stood under the toucan, just one bird away. My husband then waved at the bough.
"Here's that bird that you talk to. This toucan right here," he said, just a smidgen too loud.
I could tell that a stranger was listening nearby. "My bird's not the toucan," I sighed.
I then stepped to the right and I SQUAWKED at my bird, who SQUAWKED in return in reply.
Though the stranger's reaction was one of surprise, I exited without a word.
True, I scored many cool points but I must confess, I wished I could high-five my bird.