they eat outside this blueberry bush cage, where I have the door open,
cause little birds get stuck in there. Like 20 doves get up and go in
the cage when I come outside, and they don't know the meaning of the
word, "re-freakin-lax!" yet. So it's getting dark, and one dove is
still in the cage. I go in with a broom, trying to lead it to the
open door. He's cowering in a corner. I pick him up, point him at
the door, and launch him. He takes off like a bullet. Wish I could
fly like that.
--Frett
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