Bar and Cafe

The door was open. The store was open. In fact, somehow everything in the town was open but the streets were empty and there wasn't anyone to enter, not a soul to share the gloomy sunlight on the terrace. Nobody came. Many shop assistants, bar and café staff stayed home too but it didn't matter anyway.

Half a dozen pigeons were fooling about at the fountain on the middle of the square. It was theirs now. Normally, they, the birds wouldn't have chance to get close to it, too many people around, children playing with the water. Today it was theirs; Only Birds Day. Birds and other wildlife were moving outside only.

A bravehearted pigeon wondered into the bar, flying carefully, checking around then eventually setting on the bar right in front of me. 'What can I get you sir?' I asked him although I could not have told its gender. It did not answer but started walking up and down with its head swinging back and forth at every step. He, I firmly decided it was a he even though my observations did not clarify it, so he was checking, measuring the place inspecting everything, turning his head to all directions. He was probably interested in the things he could get there.

I gave George some water, I decided his name was George, just a hunch. George didn't appreciate the water; he gave me a stern look. I guessed maybe beer would go down better. Soon dozens of birds were having an afternoon at my bar. By the evening the place was crowded with animals of all sorts from around the city. The event turned out to be one of the greatest parties my bar has ever held…

This happened some five years back and since then every year for one day they come, take over my bar when the country comes to a halt to watch the president's birthday banquet on telly.

Written 11m 35s

Typed 15m 20s (try to do anything when a 4 years old is around)

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