I love birds. Yes, there's the obvious joke there, but this time I really mean the feathered kind. It's as if there's a 24 hour soap opera going on around the house. I just can't really get depressed properly anymore,because if I look out of the landing window a robin (he's called Rufus) will hop about, menacing the terrified baby blackbird,
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The singing is amazing. The other day a hawk flew over and screeched, and thousands of birdies just stopped singing in an "OMGWTF!" moment. It was eery. Then a few minutes later the lazy pigeon started doo-doo-dooing, and they all started up again.
I must keep my eye on that young blackbird, he's so cute. I think I saw him being escorted to the bird table by some adults and then they left him. He didn't know what to do! He was squawking and hopping from one leg to the other as the tits and Rufus swooped around him. He's the only bird that's never even glanced at the vast array of food. I'm sure he'll toughen up once he gets used to the big, bad world :D
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I met Shar on LJ, we talked and bonded really quickly and then we decided to meet. I picked her up from the train station and we played drinking games at my house super awkwardly and then went to a gay club and then another gay club with mainly girls. And when we were tipsy enough I think I grabbed her hand and then we started making out a lot and giggling. When it started to get less public appropriate we taxied back to my house making out the whole way. The taxi driver loved it way too much and was like 'Have a GREAT NIGHT GIRLS' ewww. And it was great. ;) And now it's almost five years. :D :D
Your birds sound gorgeous and I'm glad that are making you smile.
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