“Ahhh,” I sighed stretching my arms wide. The Lord of the Manor and I had been sitting across the table from each other without speaking for a good fifteen minutes.
** His attention didn’t waver from his laptop.
“Wa-ahhhhhhh,” I sighed louder shifting from side-to-side in an even bigger stretch.
** Still nothing from across the table.
“Ba-caw,” I imitated a little bird softly.
** Nothing. Not even a flicker.
“Ba-caw-caw,” I increased the volume and waved my wings a touch.
** The Lord of the Manor sat transfixed by his screen. His eyelashes didn’t even flutter.
“Baaaa-look-up-here,” I tweeted louder, flapping harder.
** Still nothing.
“Look-up-here, look-up-here,” I hollered gesturing wildly and shaking my head.
** Without batting an eye or even cracking a smile the Lord of the Manor intoned utterly deadpan, “I know what you’re doing.”
“What am I doing?” I goaded him, trying not to laugh.
** “It’s not going to work,” he added, determinedly expressionless.
“Why not?” I demanded, grinning manically.
** Finally cracking a smile, he shook his head.“Dufus……”
Ah ha! Got him.
Yep, just another normal Sunday morning at our house.