As if that weren’t enough …
… it would seem that Niagra Falls is not up to the task of washing bird legs off the deck.
At least my t-shirt is almost dry.
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Talking about anything but cats
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Mass Will Win.
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bird bones on your deck,
what would Martha do?
(Stewart)
Martha would probably make a festive spring wreath using the feet as the focal interest, or maybe cook up nice Memorial Day appetizer of Teeny Drumsticks in Apricot Sauce served on Wriggling Rice Patties.
Reminds me of when Maggie came in with what I thought was a mouth full of leaves. When I tried to pull them out I discovered it was actually a dried up squirrel tail. I ran from one side of the kitchen to the other trying to decide if I wanted to throw up in the sink or throw the tail away.
I don’t do parts very well. Could you maybe just hose them off of the deck. Out of sight out of mind??
P.S. Loved your comment to Yetzirah!