I. Love. Fly. For you. Postcard
Meet Magnus Prestige
He hates it when people call him a chick: (1) he's not a baby bird and (2) he's not a girl. And his chirp will let you know that in a matter of seconds. It goes so low that if you get him mad enough, he can shake the ground with his screech. Magnus loves historical figures and personalities. Kings, queens, czars, dukes, lords, princesses, sultans, archbishops... you name it, he's probably written a book on it (he's researching Pier Gaveston, Earl of Cornwall, at the moment. I have NO idea who that is. Really.). And he'll let you know that too, because even though he's one of the *smallest* members of the Jolly Troop, his ego is one of the largest. In fact, just take a look at his name and you'll get a sense of how his feathers ruffle in a crowded room of listeners.
A Few New (Postcards) !
We've gone postal. Quite literally. There's something nice about a postcard and there is something even nicer about getting a postcard in your mailbox. A few times a week, we lounge around in our nests — during the early morning hours — and write our favorite friends. It's always good time spent, we think. Of all of us, I think Yvette claims the passion for postcards the most. More than likely she'll have lots to say...