on this balcony
indicate a recent
Coup de chat..I love it! 😸
😉 One of my better puns, that.
Hello, Mrs Bird!
Say it an’t so…..
All I saw were feathers, but it wasn’t looking good!
i’m sorry, Mrs. Bird, i’ve been ill…
Now lost within this conversation…
Reblogged this on crjen1958.
My dog, gone since 2009, would occasionally bring me a gift of oiseau mortee.
Ick. I had a mouser once, but he just shook and dropped. I hate the carnage of feathers and little heart and lungs left on a step. Another reason not to own a cat!
I Love it! 🙂
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Shawn Bird is a high school English teacher, poet, and YA author in the beautiful Shuswap region of British Columbia, Canada. She is a proud member of Rotary and a former Rotary Youth Exchange Student.
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