“Hello Tweedy. Good morning Harriett. Hello Ozzie”, the Doctor perfunctorily addresses us this morning, as if saying good morning to his office staff in a half awake sleep-fog.
“I really don’t like this tone of telepathy”, thought Harriett.
“Aren’t you being a little hard on him”, came back the Doctor’s Guardian Angel.
My good friend, the Doctor continued, “What’s going on up there”?
The Doctor’s pantomimed sincerity made me think of Mr. Obama’s show of confidence in his foreign policy.
Harriett threw up.
“It’s been 33 days”……..the Doctor casually remarked.
His sarcastic inference was so obvious, I had to wonder about his sixth sense.
“He thinks he knows so much”, Harriett continued her thought process.
The Doctor continued with his unintentional stupidity.
“My books say…………………….”
Stop!
The Doctor wants to cover the development of osprey chicks from birth to adolescence, growth, maturation, leaving the nest, flying and fending for themselves.
He realizes the task may be too much for him, so forgive him for any statements he makes that I may have to correct later.
Be compassionate and/or empathetic, what ever may be your case.
But wait! This may be one of those rare times when the Doctor magnificently raises to the occasion. Like the time he built the nest platform for us, or back in 2012 when he helped me get home after that horrible experience in Havana, or when he rescued Ozzie from a sure death at sea last year. Let us wait and see.
Harriett
Osprey Tales 