Burb knows demons when he sees them.
I like birds. Growing up we owned a couple birds but after accidentally killing both of them we discovered we were not good bird owners and stopped buying the poor things. We had 2 blue white parakeets. One I accidently crushed cause it was on the bed when I laid down and I didn’t know it. The second one we went out of town and forgot about it. I still feel bad about that one.
Poor burbs. "A good man knows his limitations."
The burbs around here and I have an understanding. They are willing to sit and listen while I talk as long as I keep the feeders and birdbath full. It works.
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