In honour of Wilbur’s first flight and the woman that I love I have penned, well typed off the cuff, a short poetic celebration of both.
Wilbur took flight
And headed for sea
An incredible sight
A favour for me
No one would expect
A blackbird to fly
O’er the ocean intact
No one but I
Onwards he flew,
Disregarding red lights,
Over to you,
Ignoring the sights
Able to do,
This task with such ease,
To fly to you,
Whenever he please
To deliver my message,
He came from above,
And with my gage
He carried my love
He chirped in your ear,
My missive and plan
Soon you shall be,
Back with your man
Though not a dove,
He did surely endeavour,
To be a sign of my love,
Always and forever
Julian Froment's Blog 
Red lights? What red lights? I love it. You are so cute!
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There were no red lights. He flew past them. They all looked green to him. He brought an important message of love and adoration though, from the man that loves you, my treasure.
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Enjoyed it. Good ole Wilber. (He’s how old?)
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Thanks. I am not sure how old he is, John, since I didn’t see when he hatched, but a couple of weeks or so, I guess. I am looking to exploit Orville in a few days to carry missives for me too.
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I was going to say the child labor laws apply to birds as well as humans
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That is a good point, John. With a quick back of the envelope calculation and an average lifespan of about 2.5years I reckon that if we assume that the equivalent of 18 human years is adult, as in the UK, then Wilbur needs to be 36weeks old to work. However, since I wasn’t going to pay him I am not sure it can be considered work. I think we are okay.
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Good job
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