Went to lunch today at the husband unit’s favorite place to get BLT. A little place called Cafe Richard in the Strip District. He swears it’s the best BLT on the planet. I was impressed with their pastrami on rye, but that’s just me. And today I just had an orange soda.

Along with his sandwich he had himself some thick cut vinegar and pepper chips (crisps if you like). He was munching away at them when I noticed a tiny little sparrow flit by our table. It was clearly hoping for a handout.

The ciabatta was already secure in the guts of my love, so there was no hope there. So I grabbed one of the chips (crisps if you like, again) and tossed it in the general direction of our little beggar. It hoped forward and eyed this savory snack and decided it was far to large for it’s tiny beak to consume. Granted it was larger than the birds little head. So I figured that was fair enough and threw a smaller piece of chip (crisp….oh you know).

This excited our avian friend and it once again bounced our way. It picked up the chip (cr….oh never mind) and crunched on it. Within a few seconds it spit it out and hopped quickly to the street to down some crisp, clean, fresh, gutter water. I also didn’t know that birds could actually spit things out in disgust.

Guess the little fella doesn’t like pepper!