tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412397815388949102.post4386037978549833396..comments2024-03-20T03:34:54.736-07:00Comments on From the sidelines: Lunch at Cattle Pointpostiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06336201643319085349noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412397815388949102.post-75957824237694708012009-01-23T20:59:00.000-08:002009-01-23T20:59:00.000-08:00I used to have a "pet" seagull. He came to my off...I used to have a "pet" seagull. He came to my office window every day and I gave him bits of my lunch. I called him Johnathan. It got so regular that if I worked past 11:00, my lunch time then, at 11:05, without fail, he would tap his beak against the glass asking for his lunch. Once in a while I would go to Cross's Meat Market (see how long ago this was!) and buy some fresh fish cakes and give Johnathan a real treat.<BR/>One day he was late. I opened the window and called him. Three heads popped in (co-workers). "She's NOT calling that bird is she?" one asked. "Yes, she is" another sighed. Johnathan showed up right then. "You see? He does know his name!" I gloated.<BR/>He got so tame I could actually pet his chest feathers. I really miss that bird.wmlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12233155688570574729noreply@blogger.com