Cocktail hour is quite a big deal these days.
The rules are as follows: once the dog and cat have been fed (and they are very good at keeping us on schedule with that) it’s cocktail hour.
Actually, that’s about it really. So … rule. Singular.
As it’s still a bit chilly out, the front porch is the best bet for sitting al fresco without a blanket. Toque and down jacket, yes — but no blanket!
Geordie, with black and white tux colours and serious expression, does a passably good imitation of a maitre de in a very high class establishment.
Really, it’s a highlight of the day. The only thing that could make it better?
Friends coming over, of course — but that’s not possible right now.
Or is it?
During cocktail hour a couple of days ago we noticed that we DID have company. Marvin and Mavis, after a hectic day of nest building, were enjoying the corvid equivalent of cocktail hour with us.
Bobbing gently in the breeze in the Katsura tree by the porch, they sat together, dozing, preening and softly chatting for a least half an hour.
Just as we were making a move to head inside, they flew off — only to replaced a second later by the next round of cocktail party guests — a pair of collared doves.
It was almost, almost, like sitting on the patio of one of favourite restaurants, enjoying a drink and some people (or in this case, bird) watching.
It’s the little things . . .