Like Cornish Game Hen, But Smaller
The damn bird bit me again! We were having a perfectly wonderful time whistling together when he freakin’ lunged at me and bit me just above the upper lip.
Can you believe that?
I swear, if he weren’t so small I would wring his neck, pluck his feathers, and roast him like a Cornish Game Hen. I threatened to do it, too. He just looked at me as if I were crazy.
He tries this crap again and he’ll see “crazy”.
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Pluck him!
Comment by pam — 2012/10/05 @ 17:11
I’ve ignored him all day. He’s super sweet when I’ve been in the bathroom
Comment by Da Goddess — 2012/10/05 @ 17:16