It could only happen to me, with my ornithophobia. There's a very sick bird outside out front door. It will not be moved, even when Charles has tried to shoo it away, it kind of shuffles off as it can't fly and then returns to the door.
This means I can't possibly go outside and neither can the girls because they would no doubt tear it to shreds. I think Charles will have to put it out of it's misery - quickly.

I love God's tiny creatures
ReplyDeleteThat wander wild and free,
The coral-coated lady-bird,
The velvet humming-bee;
Shy little flowers in hedge and dyke
That hide themselves away:
God paints them, though they are so small,
God makes them bright and gay