Friday, April 1, 2016

Tiny Birds, Their Cheeps Like A Sort Of Song


All of the chicks are alive and well this morning.  We have them safely protected from the cats in a huge ice chest in Mr. Moon's bathtub which no one uses, many doors between them and feline access.

It is gray and ominous feeling, weather-wise and my dreams were the same.

But I'm going to pull my head out of my ass and go to town and do grocery shopping with Lily and here we are.

Continue on.

Love...Ms. Moon



3 comments:

  1. I want to know how your adrenals are vis-a-vis evenness. I'm glad your head is out of the woods.

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  2. Glad that bathroom is a place of refuge for them. You'll have to call them The Bathroom Birds when they're properly reared.

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  3. Aww, those are so cute. Baby Anythings are always cute.

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