The baby birds in the tree outside our dining window are getting bigger every day. It has become a ritual to watch for mama bird to fly down and feed her hatchlings. Whoever is on the look out at the time, alerts the rest of the family and we gather around to watch the babies reach their beaks up as mama deposits her latest find. They chirp ecstatically. Since my mediocre camera does not take a clear zoomed-in picture, we were only able to snap a photo of mama bird gathering dinner for her little ones.
My daughter has been persistently asking for a new cell phone lately. I called her over the other evening and said, Look, mama bird just dropped a cell phone into one her baby's mouths. She said, Maybe you should take a hint. Ha-ha, daughter, you are so funny.
The baby birds are coming along nicely, and so is my injured leg. I heal while they grow.
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Our family had the same thing last summer. Only it was a rat in our garage. And we were really just waiting for it to eat the poison and f*cking die already.
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