On my walk home, an exotic-looking bird with clipped wings kinda hopped-glided down from one of the uppers floors of a West End highrise as I walked by on my way home. He (a gendered pronoun I arbitrarily apply) was clearly someone's pet, but calls to both the building's manager and the SPCA went unanswered. That was an hour and a half ago.
He's still sitting happily on my shoulder, as I type this, both of us waiting desperately for morning to arrive so I can take him to the SPCA or back to the building from whence he came. He needs a name... any suggestions?
I hope he enjoys the presidential debate.
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