Meet Miguel, Manuel and Gary. I first discovered my new good buddies when I started leaving my alcohol outside. The wee rascals would drink it all and get a little rowdy. I didn't mind, after all, they played a few numbers, we'd sing 'La Bamba' and dance the night away.

I feel sorry for Gary though, the bird keep pooping on him. I'd tell him it's good luck but I don't want another bottle in my face and being called 'Gringo' again. Underneath he's really a sweetheart.