tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708927889597194611.post3957015313873641684..comments2023-06-22T11:03:15.216-04:00Comments on Coordinated Chaos: Birds don't like meMichehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943079762244070030noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708927889597194611.post-63951081056101640962008-01-31T20:23:00.000-05:002008-01-31T20:23:00.000-05:00So I guess this means you won't be bird-sitting fo...So I guess this means you won't be bird-sitting for us?!! Just kidding. If the baby's a girl you could name her Robin, or Lady Bird. A boy? Jay.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00031155872392345505noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-708927889597194611.post-9450065445265341352008-01-30T06:52:00.000-05:002008-01-30T06:52:00.000-05:00Oh my goodness! I laughed so hard reading this bl...Oh my goodness! I laughed so hard reading this blog - how funny! I would have been screaming and running around if it was in my car! I had a similar experience in my first apartment. A bird got caught in the chimney flue and I could hear it flopping around. I couldn't stand it, so I put the cats up, closed all the doors but the front door, opened the flue and ran outside. That bird went MAD flying around my apartment, knocking things over, running into glass windows...etc. It was mayham! <BR/><BR/>Also, I'm very excited about the superbowl party. Let me know if you would like some help. I can come over and help you cook! We're bringing chicken wings. <BR/><BR/>Give my Popple a hug for me!Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04557420669888183486noreply@blogger.com