Yesterday, Mr. Sparrow,

Let me know in no uncertain terms that he was severely offended at me. It is not often that the sparrows get offended. They are not like the bluejays who constantly are aware of themselves. Ordinarily they are oblivious to me and anything that I am doing. I know that we are friends by the fact that they never poop on my stoop and they visit me on their rounds every day.
They haven't come, yet this morning, by the way. Yesterday, however, I thought that I would get rid of one of my daughter's, supposedly edible creations, by sending a piece of it out the back door for my friends the sparrows, who are starting a family not far from here.
Our dog wouldn't eat it for treats it had turned very hard and I was afraid that if we threw it in the trash Elyse would be offended. Well, Mr. Sparrow, had my head, so to speak. He came to my mail box and sat out there on it as if to say that his wing was on his hip. How dare you try to poison my sweet wife with that cement that you threw out to us. A few choice words followed that and then he flew off and suffice it to say that he hasn't been back since. I guess he doesn't like the old corned bread experiment. shhhh, I didn't tell my daughter that they were so offended...