This afternoon, a human bird guardian woman stood in my yard for 15 minutes or more calling, "Sexy!... Sexy!..." I'm a pretty humble amphib (I think the phrase is "I'm no prince"), so I reckoned she wasn't summoning me--especially since she was neck-up to the tree the entire time. It seems as though her feathered friend had flown the fcage and chosen my tree as its halfway house. I had to hop along to work, so I don't know how long the drama continued, but my point in mentioning it is as follows:
Guardians, before you name your animal, I recommend keeping in mind all the different instances in which you may have to *use* this name. Fifteen minutes of pleading "Sexy!" up a tree may get you more than your bird back (...especially knowing some of the squirrels in my neighborhood)!
You tell a good story, Al.
You tell a good story, Al. Question is, Was the bird sexy? Did you get a look at her drumsticks? Worth a nibble? My teeth are chattering just thinking about her!