Sadly, the bird did not make it. The window proved far stronger than she anticipated. David kept telling me it should fly.
“Boh, Fi!”
Not anymore darling.
So then he started saying,
“Boh, Die!” He wasn’t upset, just excited to see something that used to fly in the sky.















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Oh, poor birdie.
I love the sweet curiosity of little ones. I had to chuckle when I read that his Boh, Fi changed to Boh, die. LOL so funny
Oh my, cute and sad at the same time.
Did you put it out of its misery?
Poor birdy..
Aw, poor birdy! That’s one way to learn about life and death.
Love your “Connect with” widget with the numbers of your readers/fans. Would you let me know the name of it? Thanks!
Thanks for linking up and adding my button. So sweet!
Dagmar
Poor wee bird! Something poignant there though. (and if this is a duplicate comment blame my cold!)
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