Tuesday, July 17, 2007


There is a bird stuck in my basement. I've been trying to ignore it until the boys wake up (who are my catchers of all things wild, dead or undead, which my cats have brought in) - so I think the bird has decided I'm harmless. When Greta came downstairs, the bird RAN over to my desk. As if I were going to offer it protection. Now, the bird is trying to hop up on my desk.

I'd better go wake up those boys.