I'M NOT FEEDING THE BIRDS. I thought I was, but no. I looked out off my bedroom window this morning and saw a grey furry thing squirming about INSIDE my squirrel proof bird feeder. I stood in amazment as a large rat emerged from the cage, calmly descended the pole and disappeared into the shrubbery!
Does anyone have this jumpsuit?
Burnham: Is the Media Tempting Fate by Jumping the Gun?






to brighten up our soop's day. 

