Our neighbors have a pet pterodactyl on their porch. At least it sounds like one. The other day we awoke to some very strange sounds. At first I thought it was a power saw, but Daniel became convinced that there was a pterodactyl loose in our neighborhood and it was going to eat us any second. Either that or someone’s big pet bird had escaped and roosted in one of our trees. We finally discovered that our neighbors a few doors down have an enormous bird cage on their front porch containing what, from a distance, looks like a Macaw. But it still might be a flying dinosaur because this sucker is LOUD. And they are saying now that dinosaurs had feathers. Just in case, I’m keeping an eye on Luna when she goes out just in case a flying dinosaur swoops down to snatch her up. I won’t tolerate that kind of shenanigans.
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