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Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Black Bird Down

A blackbird accidentally banged into our sliding glass door window the other day and landed on the back of one of our chaise lounge chairs. Mr. Pillsbury sat and watched him as he recuperated, wishing he could get out on the deck to..........assist? Yes, that is what he wanted to do assist.
The blackbird rested for a while and then off he flew.
Mr. Pillsbury loves watching out his window to the outside world.

- SallyAnn Bruce

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Katherines CornerJuly 18, 2012 at 1:24:00 PM EDT
had to giggle at this..xo
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