I was working on the back patio, getting ready for tomorrow’s Mother’s Day brunch. Grant came out to see me. He remarked about the fact that the birds were singing. I said, “Yes, they are. Isn’t it pretty?”
He said, “Yeah, but I want a different song. ‘Hey you birds! Will you sing Satisfaction‘?!”
Sorry buddy, the birds don’t take requests, and I’m pretty sure they don’t do covers of the Rolling Stones.