Did I tell you the mister got swooped? A magpie right to the side of the eye.
Feed them all bread, I say, until their beaks fall out.
we're all making our own sense of things
Did I tell you the mister got swooped? A magpie right to the side of the eye.
Feed them all bread, I say, until their beaks fall out.
I blame global warming. I hope no blood was drawn.
Tired. I had to read that twice.
I thought you said ‘the mister got swapped.’ I was wondering what you’d swapped him for.
A new reality TV show. Mister swapping.
Oh, and no blood drawn, tho his eye was very bloodshot for a number of days.
Nasty. I hate being swooped.
I would have thought it was too soon for that.
They really are vicious, aren’t they!
Glad no permanant damage done!
I think everything is confused.
Our bulbs are flowering – just before we get our coldest winter days.