Scarlet ran and hid, bravery is not one of her finer points unless it's something on the other side of the window.
Gunnar sat and watched John and I as we wrangled the bird.
Echo, who was on the bird stand, wanted to help. He hopped down and ran around the floor squawking back at the flying green cheek following it from the ground.
It was a very amusing night. :D
After hearing so much about how birds are just feathered dinosaurs, the thought of having one fly around the house is strangely epic.
ReplyDeleteI have never heard that term but some how it fits, well at least it fits the smaller birds. ;) The larger birds, because they talk clearly feel more like 2 year olds in feathered suits. They follow us everywhere and ask "what are you doing?' all the time. :P
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