I spend a bit of it chasing a bird around a room.Nope not a woman,a bird with feathers that flies.I was walking up the road from Westville today and saw a small breed of bird lying on the ground but moving.I reckon he hit something and was in shock so i picked him up and put him into the spare room and gave him water and bread.Two hours later it was like Pearl harbour.He was flying all over the room.He looked great and was back to his old self again.I opened a window and put him on the ledge and off he flew.Left a shit on the table after him.So much for gratitude.

I hate ppl that walk past hurt animals,