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Ordinary Goodness
February 26, 2025
An airplane crash. The plane came to rest upside down. The passengers hung from their seatbelts. And then came the ordinary goodness.
The reds are always the smart ones!! So Ruby says..
Too funny. The changing of the patrols!!! Yes I could spend hours plucking too!!
Mom sez: We used to take Ice ‘n Ayla’s “fluff” and put it into one of those mesh onion bags, hang it on the front of our garden shed, and the birds just loved it for their nests. Haven’t bothered with Ice’s this year, just haven’t had the heart, and he’s not fully blowing coat yet anyway. Just using dryer lint for the birds this year.
Poor Kiska. The humans will be chasing you with pinchy fingers and Furminators. The birdies will follow you everywhere though, looking for soft fur for their nests.
With you guys on watch, that yard is safer than Fort Knox!
Oh Oh! I must pluck! Come here Kiska. I could spend hours on you!