Nabbed

I did it!

I caught it!

Now....

what the heck am I supposed to do with it?

Today while my mom was in the barn I was hanging around by the paddock fence. (I'm not allowed in the paddock or the barn - picture a frowny-face dog!) My mom flushed out two pigeons that were hanging around the run-in area. One flew north, the other flew south. I caught that one. Pulled it right out of the air. Wowwy - Zowwy!

I'm not sure who was surprised the most;

me

my mom

or the pigeon!

The pigeon squeaked just like my squeaky duck.

Holy Pigeon!

I didn't expect to actually catch the thing!

I am not sure what to do with it.

I ran into the small yard.

I ran out.

I pranced by Dad to show him what I had.

I went back to the small yard.

In. Out. In! Out!

What to do?

Bury it?

Carry it?

Tucker, I'll take the keyboard from here.
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