Wrizzit
For everything, down to the scribbles.
Good night, Wrizzlers. It certainly was a rough day, but I got my phone bill figured out. Two of the hummingbirds came to visit after I ate. First it was the female, who I decided to name, Clementine. Those last two vagrants left a small dresser that I've added to my 'entertainment center', and she darted by it, then took a drink before perching on the edge of the dead bramble beside me. She sat there for at least ten minutes. Then, after she scared off the finch that came to the water, their son visited. He darted around, checking out all the things they left, including a shopping cart, a fire pit, and even the newspaper I had yet to clean up from the waterfall, before taking a full bath and perching to flutter his wings and dry off. I named him, Roarschach. Also, I plan to post a poem tomorrow....[[|:-)
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