Sunday, April 25, 2010

birds of a feather

It rained. and rained. and rained.  and rained some more.  The house was being shown.  Packed up the kitties and took them on a road trip.  Across state lines.  Into Michigan.  To buy flowers.  To buy a Moai statue.  There were large parrots in the tropical section.  One was off by itself, gray, with red tail feathers.  He started clucking.  I started clucking.  He said hello.  I said hello.  I named him Clucker.  He clucked some more.  I clucked some more.  He moved closer, clucking, bobbing.  I liked him.  Said our goodbyes, clucked, got flora and moai, loaded up the car, headed back.  Stopped at Target along the way, grocery shopped, new bathroom accessories, cds, candles, throw rug.  All the while it rained.

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