Says here…house finchI recently put up a hummingbird feeder and one for orioles…love watcthing them
secret
Pine grosbeak?
unforeseeable
-relaxes... waiting a little while-
Humourous
Looking for a female sub-slut to follow instructions Rt.
Cool. I like birds. Blue jays are my favorite.
Seeing a new bird on the oriole feeder too…grayish, rose colored head…checking my app
here piggy
Rottie has started a new game with the following players:
Rottie
Sorry…I was feeding Big…he’s been waiting *s*
taking in the morning sun
Sorry…i was feeding Big…he’s been waiting *s*
awakening again
fully this time
struggling to get up standing on its hooves quickly
He breathed out a short, explosive puff of breath, the latter end of a chuckle, letting that speak his thoughts on you as a governess. He was certain you would make a fine one, no doubt, but was equally certain that you would find the work tiresome and unchallenging.He was unprepared for your candour – if not in explicitly admitting what you were up to and with whom, then certainly by not denying such, he was woefully unarmoured against hearing your thoughts on malleable young men.
His brows arched, he halted in their progress and turned to face you, his eyes shrewd for a moment while he searched your own, seeking the coltish, inquisitive lass he knew when but a lad himself, she who had somehow blinded him to the woman you had grown into since.
And he called himself an investigator, tch.
“I confess, Lila, to being all astonishment at the… how shall we call them, worldly? – ways that you now wield as your own.”
He gave a slow shake of his head and then simply chuckled, the sound soft, under his breath, and aimed entirely at himself. Clearly, he had missed this version, the dangerous widow teasingly accused you of becoming, taking form. A girl no more, then. He would not forget it.
“Well,” he offered finally, smiling with it. “Shall we take tea, before a vocation in childcare -- or something altogether less fit for polite conversation, calls you away?”
Just not my month.
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