A Potential Stray


A Potential Stray


We must keep him on the center

One of the Flock

One of the Fold

His feathers aren’t the right colour?

Glue on those ones you buy in a bag

Wal-Mart Craft section


Meh , it’s just easier that way

Aw, he learned to walk


Dyed to match hamburger patty

Get the leashes

Get the collar

Hear him holler

                Barking Fool

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