There is a cardinal on the roof next-door, calling. Perrine's nap is thus ended.
Whoops, he moved closer. Now she's crouched just below the bottom of the window, barely peeking over, wound up like a spring, breathing deeply with her ears flat. I'm going to hear her leap against the window soon, I bet. Oh, and a female cardinal just arrived on the scene. They look like they're wearing sunglasses.
This morning, a bird tried to alight on the grape vine hanging in front of the window. Perrine bounced off the glass then. I do hope she never breaks the window.
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Better than another dead bishop on the landing.
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(translation: Damn you, you beat me to it! ;) )
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