I know why the caged bird sings: It's pissed at its community management company for not telling it about the screening of its porch in advance.
Last time I wrote about this I was sure I must have missed the memo that said I would wake up one day to find the construction of a screen in progress on my deck.
I did nothing of the sort.
When I confronted the management about this they said there had initially been no notice, but that it was the contractor's fault. Yes, it was the contractor's responsiblity to notify the management's residents. As if!
The installation of the screen is now finished, by the way.
So, when my lease comes up for renewal, I'm told I'll be paying more rent for a screen I didn't want or even know about. A screen that'll make it difficult to continue feeding my friend, Finchy.
The hell it will. I'm hoping to get out of here when the lease is up.
Maybe I can get a bachelor pad for myself and Finchy somewhere. He can even bring his lady friend, "Filly," over to visit.
There will be rules about this, of course. I will insist Finchy leave a feather on the doorknob when he has "company." I'd hate to interrupt two love-making-birds. TMI!