A baby bird! Hooray!

A baby bird! Hooray!

Oh, I guess I should explain. There is a new baby bird in a nest outside of the living room window, and Lyle said that I could have it! He said it was very important that I did not get my smells on it though, because if the mama bird thinks the baby bird has smells outside of the family on it, she will...well, I don't want to think about that again. Anyhow, I have a baby bird, but I can't play with it, so I will just think good thoughts about it and name it Franky.

I kind of have a son named Franky!