Mornin'.
Close to forty, rainin' 'n lookin' at gettin' back ta normal. Global warmin' my pink pa-tooty.
Most them folks on the Berry board wanna use the board as an ole-bitty chat room ta discuss their aches, pains 'n mental disorders – not eagles. When they do talk birds it's OH NO!!! Tolt 'em if they felt better worryin' 'bout normal activity then worry. Don't like 'em eatin' bloody l'il animals, don't look. Oldest one smackin' down the youngest 'n eatin' first, don't look. Ya wanna worry 'bout an eagle flyin' off with yer 9 pound l'il snookums-wookums don't put the dog/cat outside.
'An eagle can't carry your dog, lady.'
'Well, what kind of bird can?'
'A mythical one! Gezzz, grow up!'
Gonna end up gettin' banned from that place. No patience with fools, male or female.
Ennyways.
Goin' ta the skin doc inna while. Ever since Ender, God rest 'im, passed away I get a mark what itches I get like an ole-bitty. Probably a busted blood vessel but I dunno.
Hot dogs 'n chips last evenin'. Dunno what for tanight.