I miss Shrill. He never perches around anymore. Ever since that pretty new bird showed up, Shrill's always flapping about with her. Her name's Blue Iris. I wish my name was beautiful like hers, not plain blah Happy. Who ever heard of a bird called Happy?
I felt the first snowflakes today. Soon, I'll be heading South, back to Grammie and Pappy's house. Chirp says he wants to go with me to meet the family.
I think I'm in love.