He: “Up close and personal. Even got its picture.”
She: “You took a picture of a bag of bird seed?”
He: “Who said anything about a bag? I seed the bird, I grabbed my phone …”
She: “Never mind. For a cell phone, it’s not a bad shot. How’d you get that close?”
He: “Must’ve been the bird seed.”
She: “[…]”
He: “It is a pretty bird. Kinda.”
She: “Yeah. Pretty mean.”
He: “What do you mean by that?”
She: “I’d tell you, but you’re not exactly an average guy.”
He: “Tell me anyway, I’ll see if I can make it add up.”
She: “Be a downer if you couldn’t. You see any other birds at that feeder?”
He: “Now that you mention it, no. Was this one sneaking a between-meals snack?”
She: “Yeah. Along with half of the rest of the birds on the island. Or, they would be if this one hadn’t driven them all off!”
He: “Oh. It’s a minor bird.”
She: “Uh huh. It lands on the feeder and declares ‘Mine!‘ Any other birds come close, it chases them away. And it squeaks at them!”
He: “Squeaks?”
She: “Yeah. Look. There it goes now. Two of them, in fact, squabbling. Hear that?”
He: “That, love, is a twitter.”
She: “A twitter?”
He: “Yep.”
She: “So you’re telling me …”
He: “… that birds only make that ‘happy little birdie noise’ when they’re claiming space, threatening each other, or are actually fighting.”
She: “You mean, like, on the computer?”
He: “Kinda. Especially the ‘claiming space’ part. What else are 140 characters good for?”
She: “You aren’t going to tweet that, are you?”
He: “I’m not that much of a bird brain. Am I?”
O'Ceallaigh & The Quill 
He IS a bird brain. He has that bird’s photo as his screen saver instead of mine, and thought I wouldn’t notice that he replaced me with another chick.
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