There once was a bird garbed in red,
from the tip of his tail to his head.
I should mention the fact, that his facial feathers were black,
And I’ve decided I’m calling him Fred.
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Today has been a peaceful day in Mourning dove land.
There’s been lots of cooing and snuggling, and that was just between the cat and the kitty treat box.
Here’s your warm and fuzzy for the day!
Do you hear something? You’re acting like you hear something. What do you hear??
Well great, now you’re running away. Could you PLEASE tell me why you’re running away? Should I be running away?
Great, now you’re leaping. Should I be leaping?
Go ahead, DON’T tell me why you’re doing whatever it is you’re doing. You’re abandoning me you know, that’s what you’re doing, abandoning me. Now I’m going to have issues and need a therapist, THANKS a LOT.
From the moment this squirrel found the birdseed, you could tell it was LOVE. You can even see the squirrel kissing the bird feeder, such a romantic.
Being in love and winning over the one you love isn’t always possible. This squirrel tried and tried to get some acknowledgement from the birdseed but it wouldn’t even throw it a crumb.
Eventually, things deteriorated as these things do. The love the squirrel had for the seed diminished through frustration and all that was left was some half-hearted screaming.