So, I get up, go over to the window and expect the bird to be looking like a mosquito on a windshield after a road trip (so, I'm kind of looking through my fingers...you know...like when I watch one of the Saw movies).
And I get there, look outside and the bird is just sitting there, looking up at Klyde in the window, like nothing happened.
I don't know about you, but I've run into a glass door before and I cried for at least 45 minutes. And this was the only thing that made me feel better...
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