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Well, we have a nest of baby birds in the corner of the roof of our porch. Although I'm not sure you could call them babybirds any more. Shelby and I laughed all night the night before last about the names we gave them. Or rather, the one we gave one. I'm sure you can tell which one we laughed so hard at: Crazy William and Margret(parents); Milly, Keith, Rose, and Vacuum Harry Dandruff. Crazy William was dubbed so, because he keeps crashing into things. For example, I was playing computer, and my favorite window sits right to my right, and I was reading peacefully(with a sibling reading over my shoulder, of course) and then.....SMACK!! I looked up, and a bird flies away. I ran outside to see if it was ok, and then I saw it crash into something else, and then fly away to the front of the house where the porch is. Shelby and I were both like, "Crazy William." lol! It is the stupidest bird I have ever seen. It also sits on the porch swing and chirps during the night. *shakes head* Sam |
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