My daughter is the BIRD whisperer...
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| Psssst, hey Ruthie - you're feeding the wrong end. |
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| I knew that...I'm the BIRD whisperer forgoodnesssakes |
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| Come, my little birdy...feed from my magical training stick o' seeds |
Then, off to a more difficult genre...FLIGHTLESS birds
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| Don't feel bad that you can't fly, I'll train you some special tricks in no time! |
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| Yes, I'm THAT good... |
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| Daddy...my assistant | | | | | | |
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And she also:
Climbs mountains! No big deal, right?
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| Comeon, Mommy...giddy up! |
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| My big, strong daddy...climbing treacherous ground... |
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So treacherous that I fall asleep on my mule mommy! |
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| Look daddy, birdy! Let me show you how to train it! |
Last weekend was a busy one, if you can't tell...summitting Mount Rainer('s sunrise point,) the zoo, whew! She wore us out with all her talents. Maybe this weekend, we can have a say ;)
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