It’s West Side Story at our house. You can tell because the birds are walking around wearing teeny tiny leather jackets, snapping their wing feathers, and breaking into song as they squabble over territory.
The bird feeder is the gym—neutral territory.
The Puppy is Officer Krupke—cute, tolerated, mostly ignored, and completely ineffectual when it comes to regulating gang or avian activity.
The lead roles are still in tryouts.
The director’s instructions are clear: Try to stay on key—but above all, be loud. (Sing out, Louise!)
We have a full season subscription, so I’m looking forward to them going into full production.