I have a friend. A friend who doesn't speak but he can sing. He can sing beautifully...
I'm talking about a little bird. A cute bird that twice a day comes to my balcony and sings -to me. It's been a week since I noticed that I have a frequent visitor. How do I know that it's the same bird? Well, I really don't. All birds -of the same kind- look the same. I just like to believe it's the same one. That's why I gave him a name. Mike/Mikey.
Mike visits me in the morning and in the afternoon. He sits on the exact same spot every time, sings for a while and then he flies away. When I hear his song I become so happy! I scream "Mikey is here!!!" and I run to the living room to see him and most of the times I scare him away. (I can't help my enthusiasm Mikey, sorry...)
I've also tried many times to take a picture of him but when I get closer he leaves, so that's the best I could do...
