“We found him on the porch. It’s broken a wing,” said the DH, almost thrusting a Mynah on my face.

The nine-year-old piped in, “Mamma, isn’t he handsome as hell? Can we keep him, pleaseeeee.”

“I’d love to darling, but you know Gran is Orinthophobic, don’t you!”

“Orintho…what?”

“She has a fear of birds.”

“But Mamma, he can stay upstairs in my room”

“First things first my girl; let’s help restore this little guy,” said the DH.

“Oh so you mean we can keep him, Dad? Gee thanks!”

“My lips are sealed, hun,” he said, looking at me with that cheesy grin.

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Here’s another edition of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff – Fields. Picture credit Douglas M. MacIlroy.

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I am participating in The Write Tribe Problogger October 2017 Blogging Challenge. Today’s theme is Bated Breath.