…featuring a slightly hung-over husband who is not fond of ducks in bonnets.
Happy Sunday!
p.s.
There was also a row of not-fiberglass pigeons, to which J said, “Look! Majestic flying rats!”.
I pointed out the blue ribbon on a cage.
“That’s award-winning majestic flying rats to you, pal.”
Majestic indeed!
You said, WA State fair, and *I* sang "do the Puyallup!" <sigh> I'm old and a touch homesick, I think. I love Pigeons. They've really developed a bad rap... mostly from just being adaptable. But their feathers are just so pretty! And yeah. he's majestic.