Birds of a Feather, Don’t Always Know What the Hell They’re Doing!

He snuck in through the doggie door in the middle of the day. I didn’t hear him until he smacked, head first, into a window. Poor little thing must be cold, now he is warm, but trapped, and a bit dizzy. He is reluctant to accept any help. Wobbly from the window head bashing, he … Continue reading Birds of a Feather, Don’t Always Know What the Hell They’re Doing!

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