Well that's good ta know. Truth be told, I was ferrying my new bird in from a rear field when the engine conked and I went in the drink. I was lucky one of these was in the neighborhood to fish me out:
Of course, whenever they saw a bucket sporting a meatball, well, they just had to stop and do sumpin' bout that:
I believe we're roundabout here now:
Thinking of a reunion with:
isn't helpin' my anxiousness.
