The first blog by birds for birds.
Considering that the digestive process for us lasts maybe a half hour, "forever" seems a bit of a stretch.
I don't know, Sheila. We are friends forever with chickadees in the same way that Colonel Sanders considered chickens his lifelong friends. Mmmmm.
I don't think this is at all funny. My sister was killed by a shrike, and my poor father! In his panic to elude a shrike, he crashed into a picture window and was never the same.
I don't get it. Is this some kind of April Fool's thing?
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