Thursday, June 11, 2015

Bob, Marley, Slim, and Freedom

Three (four) little birds built a nest on my doorstep. They chirped all day and sang at noon. Marty (the chicken/rat snake) slithered on the roof every night, looking for ways to get them. He never got his midnight snack, but he did fall off and into our laps. Nothing was going so well back then, but when the birds showed up, Bob, Marley, Slim, and Freedom found a way to make everything alright. 

The moral of this story: everything's gonna be alright. 


P.s. Love the song "Three little birds" when grey skies roll in again. 

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