The first time Grandma mowed the lawn this spring,
she told Dave about a garter snake she saw under a tree.
Dave wasted no time in running out and snatching him for a friendly inspection.
He named him Blackout.
Another day, I went to pick up the kids from their cousin's house.
T told me that they had just caught a wounded bird.
So, we ended up bringing it (a Grackle) home.
Happily, it flew away soon after.
Love, Us.
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