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