Sometimes no matter what you do – or how cute you are – life simply refuses to do what you tell it to do.
You say “scratch neck feathers.” It gives you a shower.
You say “bring waffles.” It brings spinach.
You say “spring migration.” It brings you instructions for sheltering in place.
Sheesh.
If you needed something else to manage, you would just hire another large featherless assistant.
But you do your best. You bring out all your “big boy bird” adulting skills.
Which feel strangely un-satisfying.
And so there is only one thing for it.
It is time to reach out and bite someone.
Pearl, Malti, Bruce & their mama
