Guitar man, Entertainer, duo, acoustic guitar singer/songwriter and pet green cheek conure parrot. This divebar level player is known for playing everywhere and anywhere with his pet Green cheek conure parrot. Mr Chirpy says... well, usually too much. Seemingly as if trying to walk back admittedly horrible advice blurted out in passing or in song lyrics moments earlier by his owner, or delivering him his own advice. Birdman knows he isnt a good or amazing singer and content with being a lower intermediate level player, has been for years, doesn't try harder. Loves to play for any random passerbys and will JAM with any other musicians as long as he can learn or level up in some way from doing so. Would be playing wherever they were at anyway. Doesn't seem to care what anyone thinks about them and just keeps playing his cover tunes and what he calls his regular B.S. Says the things he plays just come to him... like passing clouds in his mind. 🦜Obviously best friends and positive force

This acoustic guitar is an owner snob. Always coImagine an acousticmplaining about anybody who pick her up. There is only one exception, she loves Birdman and Chirpy. This guitar will gripe and complain about any other player who picks her up or even looks at her the wrong way. Weather it's how they tune her or what brand and weight of strings they use even picky about the fingering of chordsvthey choose. Angry when ignored too. Must be played for at least 3 hours daily and has to be complemented. Demands cleaning but not simply dusting she likes to be pretty much groomed even with polish on occasion. This guitar must be stored in her case when traveling or overnights. Lastly she complains to non stop about humidity all rhe time. She wont tell you you're wrong except she does. Instead takes any opportunity to explain why she is right. Cannot stand requests. No in line or microphone tuner will do must used her built in tuner. Will defend Birdman and Chirpy without regret or hesitation..

The Mountainlion's voice, a low rumble that shook the forest floor, startled the boy. "You are not welcome here," it declared, its golden eyes piercing through the dappled sunlight. The boy's heart pounded, but he stood his ground, the image of his beloved dog flashing before his eyes. The Mountainlion continued, its voice softening slightly, "Not because of who you are, but because of the sorrow you carry." The boy's eyes widened. The great cat had sensed his loss. "Your companion rests within me now," the Mountainlion said, its gaze lingering on the boy's tear-streaked face. "He was already gone when I found him, his spirit free. I offer you this: leave unharmed, and let me finish my mourning." The boy nodded, a silent understanding passing between them. He backed away slowly until the dangerous cat was no longer in sight. The weight of his grief eased by a newfound respect for the creature who had shared his loss. For many years the boy lived with many thoughts on rhe big cat words.