Farewell, Tweety

tweetyOh, how a blue bimini can be a welcoming place of rest when you've flown the coop and set out for new horizons and flown out farther than your wings had taken you for years... maybe ever? What shall we call you? Old Yeller? Tweety? I thought you were a yellow finch.. a parakeet, says the captain (although I still have my doubts...any bird lovers out there care to set us straight?)

You're somebody's pet. Escaped for the day...maybe forever. This late September breeze must feel chilly on your wings. You look sleepy, so we'll let you rest... Then you flew away when we weren't looking. Fare thee well little friend.