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PatB
Yeppers, you're priceless luv.
posted by
WileyJohn
on May 22, 2013 at 6:37 PM
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And as the birds fled, one was overheard saying...
"You know, those poor eggs used to be relatives of ours."....
posted by
Rumor
on May 22, 2013 at 11:50 AM
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LOL
posted by
Mia890
on May 22, 2013 at 10:06 AM
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what a story in just a few lines!!! Love it. LOL...just love it.
posted by
Kabu
on May 22, 2013 at 9:45 AM
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Cute poem, but I have a friend who has trained a wild blue jay to sit on his hand and take peanuts from him. He did this by placing the feeder just outside the window and then he sat by the window and progressively got closer and closer. It took two years of this to do the trick. I thought he could have done this much faster with a parakeet.
posted by
UtahJay
on May 22, 2013 at 9:38 AM
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Some things should be done in secret Pat , try pickled ones.
posted by
C_C_T
on May 22, 2013 at 8:49 AM
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heh!
heheh... heheheh...!
posted by
Ciel
on May 22, 2013 at 7:59 AM
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Tee-hee. That'll do it!!
posted by
adnohr
on May 22, 2013 at 7:55 AM
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Pat
LOL! I love it - it's brilliant!
posted by
Nautikos
on May 22, 2013 at 7:00 AM
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