It was a Blue-Orange Sunrise this morning.
The Doctor Calls
“Harriett? Harriett, are you there?” The Doctor directed his thought, as the osprey flies, straight as an arrow, towards the platform.
Both O & H were perched high, upon their rebuilt home.
“Is this as high as we can get?” complained Ozzie. “We are only 12 feet above the water line, for goodness sake.”
“Don’t complain,” enjoined Harriett. “We need to be thankful for the Doctor’s efforts. Besides, rumor has it the Doctor has bought an 8 x 8, 25 foot piling from the Happy Osprey lumber yard.”
“Chirp,” Ozzie chimed in.
“And that’s not all,” she giggled. “Today he bought 6 cedar three foot 1 x 6’s, two eight foot juniper 5 x 2’s, and a single five foot 2 x 6 of treated yellow pine.”
“How do you know all this?” Ozzie inquired.
“Well,” Harriett paused, her head slightly bowed.
Uncomfortably, Harriett shifted from right talons to left. And then she admitted; “I’ve been monitoring his cell phone calls.”
“What!” Squawked Ozzie.
“What do mean, ‘What?’?” Cringed our heroine.
“You know what I mean, when I say ‘What!’” forewarned Ozzie.
“Are you suggesting I should not have listened in?” (How coy can one get)
“You are @&%! right, that is exactly what I am suggesting!”
Ozzie was not happy.
“Ozzie,” she piped. “I like the way your brown brow stripes furrows at times.”
And………..Harriett skillfully talked her way out of another uncomfortable situation.