So the bird is back. He’s promised to give freedom another shot once I get back from the funeral, but in the meantime, he wants more mealworms, cat food and other goodies that come to him with no effort other than screaming on his part. Le sigh . . .

I’ll put up his latest picture once I find my usb reader. It’s somewhere here under the 8 inches of books, papers and assorted crap on my desk.

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