Poor balding bird

I was having tea with Ely one leisurely afternoon when she suddenly pointed behind me and exclaimed in shock, “OYO!!”

I don’t know what kind of an exclamation that was. It was part fear, part amazement, part apocalyptic.

It gave me a scare.

I thought maybe someone was creeping up behind me to try to sell me a gym membership (gym membership salesmen being the new insurance agents) because I look like I really need to go to the gym.

I turned around and followed Ely’s finger. There was something creeping behind me, alright.

I released a more universally understood exclamation.

“OMG!” I exclaimed.

For the next 10 seconds, both of us gaped in astonishment as this little guy walked past our table.

[Hey, handsome]

“Poor thing!!!” cried Ely in sympathy.

It was a balding bird.

“So cute!!” I gushed.

The little bird strolled past nonchalantly, enjoying the afternoon sun.

[Hey, handsome]

He looks cute to me but I wonder if he gets shunned in avian country.

[Hey, handsome]

When I was writing this post, the Goonfather saw the picture on my screen and exclaimed, “Hey! Where did you get a chicken?”

“It’s not a chicken lah!” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“It IS a chicken!” he insisted. “It has bird flu.”

“It a mynah!” I said.

“It looks like it’s trying to be a vulture,” the Goonfather shared.

[Hey, handsome]

I tried to take a video of it but the little guy didn’t like it and kept running off and hiding behind chair and table legs so I only managed to get a clear shot of it for like three seconds in the beginning.

I guess I wouldn’t like it either if some strange girl who looks like she needs a gym membership were to start following me around with a video camera.