I was invited to a party yesterday. YEAH!!!! And what a party, wow! How did I get invited to a party? I never go to parties. Well I just happened to fly past the Hadi Hospital and I met these twins, Coo and Koo, so we got to talking.  Well Coo was the real chatterbox and she went on and on and on and on about what she did, where she lived, her friends and so on. Koo was the silent one and all she kept doing was primping her feathers and scratching her nails, well buffing them I suppose. Well Coo was ranting on and Koo suddenly broke in with "Hey, we're have a few friends over this afternoon? Are you game?" and I thought "What else have I got to lose". So I went. There were a few others there at the time and they were all chattering away, guzzling seeds and milling around. We had some 'refreshments' (nudge nudge wink wink) and in no time at all we were all very happy and there was quite a bit of action.  There must have been a celebrity or two at the party as I noticed some shady types in the bushes, they looked like papparazzi, and I distinctly saw a flash. Gosh, will I get into the papers?  I met a  'bloke' at the party, wow!!! Lovely. But he didn't seem to interested in me. I kept giving him the eye and batting my eyelashes, to no avail. But he did ask me one question which might indicate some interest. He asked if there were any nice chics at the party.We kept getting interrupted by this band of sparrows who were sprinting in and out trying to get our party food. Such vermin those sparrows. One little sparrow took quite a fancy to me and he kept flying up to me and propositioning me and I had to chase him away as I'm not really into that sort of thing (I did drop a hint about where I lived though, just in case, mustn't waste opportunities). Anyway, the party went on until everyone was totally legless, the dog (there was a saluki there) and the cat (a toothless siamese) had fled in panic and hid themselves in some dark recess, and then, one by one we started to leave. It took me an hour to get home as my homing device had gone wonky and I ended up perched on a pylon on the other side of the motorway. Into bed as soon as I got back, skipped the poopile (at the party we'd already taken care of that sort of thing and had had a hilarious time dropping 'loads' on unsuspecting human passersby as well as the dog and cat. We were crying with laughter especially when we carried out an aerial bombardment of some old man walking down the road with his stick and then trying to run away from the dropped loads, waving his stick at us. Oh me oh my, what a night.