Ryan went hunting last week, and wanted me to keep Braidy up so he could show him the bird he brought for him. Braidy is so funny about animals. He's had a few "duck egg fiascos" and most recently he got an egg from some friends who raise chickens..and he swore there was a "chicken baby" inside. He would hold it all the time, and take care of it. He's very nurturing with birds and their eggs. Kinda weird. So the bird daddy brought was dead as a doorbell, his neck limp, but we had to tell Braidy it was just asleep so he wouldn't freak out that daddy killed a bird. On purpose!
Braidy held it a few times and was really impressed that daddy brought him a bird! Dad went to throw it away, and B kinda got upset! I told him daddy put him on the picnic table and the bird woke up and flew away! That appeased B some....or enough at least. Here's the birdman and his bird.
He did get out of bed, almost in tears last night, saying how he needed another bird. Too bad his momma DISLIKES birds...and is fairly grossed out by them. Maybe one day he will learn to love to kill birds like his daddy!
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