Wherefore art thou, Juliet?
Romeo? Is that you, Romeo? Are you back here at Tern Lake and looking for Juliet?
She hasn't been able to fly, you know, since someone shot an arrow through her wing. She's trying, Romeo, doing some therapy on those wing muscles.
Last I heard, she was ruling the roost at the Northwest Wildfowl Farm in Everett, Washington. She goes by the name of Marshmallow down there. I'll see if I can find out more, and let you know.
(PS: You really need to wash your neck, Romeo....)
Well, hello there....
Uh, whatever you are.
Bitchin' about the Weather
Raining at my house,
Snowing up the road.
Perfect weather for (stop me if you've heard this one before)....