With age comes wisdom. At least if you are born with feathers.
Once you get to the stage in life where you have a whopping 21 years under your belt, you have learned there are some things you can control and some things you cannot control.
For example, you can’t control those awful microscopic things with the unpronounceable name that begins with “C.”
And you can’t control – however much you may have tried – the addition of not one but two shelled beings into your exclusive little flock. You just keep saying “no” and your large featherless assistant just keeps saying “yes.”
This is not a win-win.
So you focus on the things you can control.
Like color coordination.
Camouflage.
And, of course, cuteness.
Pearl, Malti, Bruce & their mama
