Ok so it was nice and cool this morning. I walk out to see Wes off to work as usual and notice that Clyde ( as in my cockatiels Bonnie and Clyde) is laying in the bottom of the cage. There is blood, a lot of blood. There are feathers on the outside of the cage. I am going to take an educated guess that the DOGS went on a run (instead of being on the porch) and a raccoon came up on the porch, I have seen many lately, and got ahold of Clyde. Bonnie is ok, she survived an attack about 5 years ago and only has one wing. I am actually surprised she is ok. Now I have to move her over to Pretty Boy Floyd's cage so she won't be lonely. She has always had a mate. The birds will be moved back into the house this evening. They have never been bothered before.
So let this serve as notice that I am in a very foul mood and anyone wishing to add to that will more than likely be promptly removed from my life at this point. I am sick of bullshit. Poke the bear and the bear will poke back.
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