Before I get to today’s post I want to let you all know that I’ve decided to extend the time limit you have to enter the sticker giveaway. I added an update to yesterday’s post providing the deets, but here they are cut and pasted for your reading pleasure.
I’ve decided to extend the timeline for the sticker giveaway. You now have until midnight, May 14th to enter. This will allow late readers time to enter. I’ll announce the wiener (snort, snort) Tuesday the 15th. Don’t think that you can’t enter to win just because we know each other. So far I know at least 50% of my readers on some level. Some of you are old friends from school, some are cancer world friends, some are family-don’t let that stop you. The winner will be chosen at random. Oh and don’t worry, commenting doesn’t sign you up for mailing lists or any other such nonsense. And free stuff is always awesome, soooo enter, enter, enter!
So you have no excuse, unless you just don’t like cool, one-of-a-kind stickers, for free?!?!? Make sure your comment is left on yesterday’s post, not today’s. And now that I am officially done harassing you, please enjoy today’s regularly scheduled post, already in progress. 
Animal Magnetism or Carnivorous Cats
It’s fledgling season and so we had a replay of one of last years posts where I was awoken in the wee hours of the morning by screams coming from my bathroom. Yesterday morning was the same exact scenario, but this time the poor crying fledgling was a Curved Bill Thrasher. We rescued it from the evildoer cats and set it in some well covered bushes out of our yard to be free and wild, but not before we took advantage of the amazing photo-op.
At first I thought the red between his beak and eye was a scratch, but he had it on both sides so I guess it’s just part of him.
If you look closely by the red marks you can see feathers that look just like black whiskers.
A kiss for good luck. Conrad said, “I never kissed a bird before.”.
And he was off to make his way in the world, hopefully free of rotten cats.
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