And the rains came threatening to sabatoge the family just outside my office window...
There's something about the little ones. The innocent. The poor, defenceless babies
weathering life storms... I feel helpless.
Me: "Gary! We have to do something!"
And so, my knight climbed the step ladder and puttied the hole where the
rains were flooding the nest.
Soon mama bird returned and gave the little ones a piece of her mind. I could hear her chirping from inside my office and I watched her bobbing back and forth in extreme animation, probably telling them that they should never allow humans anywhere near the home while she is away.
If they only knew....
Dear Diary,
There are days when I feel like a pup again. Could be dementia. Could be just plain spunk on my part. Maybe one is only as old as one
