Sunday was pretty hot, so I stayed inside a lot. Coming up on the time where I get cabin fever for a few months, it’s too danged hot to go outside. I actually ended up cleaning the fridge (not all the way, just a half-assed job like Sherry Bobbins recommends), and found a couple pieces of toast in a baggie. Cold, hard toast.
I broke it up and went out to toss it to the birds, and the babies (Reddy and Nununda) were so cute in their interest that i made sure to leave biggish chunks. They had a great time snagging toast and chasing birds.
I was in the kitchen watching in swamp-cooled splendor.
That piece of toast entertained them for at least a half hour.
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