Thwak!
OK, in the time it took me to write the previous post, P-dog invented a new game:
When a critical mass of birds is in the garden--so many that the earth seems to be undulating with all the brown-black-white camouflaged feathers--P-dog thwaks the ottoman with her curly tail and watches a hundred birds flee in terror.
When a critical mass of birds is in the garden--so many that the earth seems to be undulating with all the brown-black-white camouflaged feathers--P-dog thwaks the ottoman with her curly tail and watches a hundred birds flee in terror.
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