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Can you say "FREAKY???"

I'm feeling much better this afternoon, after:
  • a visit from my dear husband who came home just to make sure I wasn't having a nervous breakdown
  • a short ride in the car with Gracie. We went to the bank and the video store. She did great and just sat on the front seat next to me, with no whimpering or shaking.
  • a healthy and nutritious lunch consisting of diet Coke and M&M's.
  • a nap

However, I'm not writing to tell you of my improved mood. I'm writing to tell you that if I don't return, it's because I've been pecked to death by birds. I just looked out my window and counted no less than 130 crows on my street.

See for yourself...

I've never watched "The Birds," but I'm guessing now is not the time to go rent it...

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  1. Anonymous6:11 AM

    Crows and the Pacific Northwest... what is up with that? I rarely see crows in droves here in VA. But when I go home to the PNW - there they are by the kazillions. Eeek!

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