Last week it really started to down pour here. As Dallin and I were standing at our back door watching the rain, a bird flew in. I didn’t blame him because it was carzy outside. It kept landing on our fake plants and tree and would just fly around our kitchen and big room. Dallin would get so excited to watch it fly but if it went over his head he freaked out. I felt the same way. Dallin wouldn’t let me put him down the whole time. After about 10 minutes, the bird finally flew out the door. I was glad to see it gone and glad I didn’t find any bird poop.
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