I talked to my true love and we decided no more birds. So she bought me eight maids a-milking. I wouldn't mind being a-milked myself, if you know what I mean. The swans and geese are having turf wars between the bathroom and the kitchen. No casualties so far. The hens are back and in better spirits. The runaway bird has yet to call, and the doves
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