As the sun rises and the world stirs into motion, my little feathery friend serenades me with the most peculiar stories. Today’s melody was no exception, weaving a narrative about a young woman in her mid-thirties, a homeowner with an intriguing proposition for me.
According to the little birdy’s song, this young woman wants me to park my shiny new red Dodge Ram pickup truck in her ‘chamber of secrets’—a playful moniker for her garage. The offer comes with a peculiar twist; she’s open to letting others take my truck for a spin, despite its fulltime residence in her chamber of secrets.
I can’t help but chuckle at the bird’s fanciful tales, especially since I don’t own a vehicle of any kind. Could my avian friend be indulging in a bit of fantasy, or is there a grain of truth in these morning songs? Some days, “I just never know!”