Ukuleleblues
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We went down to the local park and played in the November sun, just a beautiful day in SC. They have some Exotic birds on display. All day long they were, squawking and squealing and so I decided to play the uke for them. It was funny, they were fascinated with it. When I would stop playing they would just sit there silent waiting and looking at me. They would follow me around staring at me silently as I played.
When I put my uke in it’s gig bag to leave they started talking, saying “goodbye”, making cat calls , asking “what’s your name?”, yelling “pretty girl” at my wife. I guess the different sounds from the uke inspired them to talk. It was a very different experience.
When I put my uke in it’s gig bag to leave they started talking, saying “goodbye”, making cat calls , asking “what’s your name?”, yelling “pretty girl” at my wife. I guess the different sounds from the uke inspired them to talk. It was a very different experience.
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