Gail at
Scribal Terror has a little
story of a tiny screech owl found in someone’s Christmas tree...three days after they set it up in the living room. Why Cheech? Seems he was stoned out of his little birdy brain on maryjane. I’d say he was flying high but he just sat there staring into space. He’s better now. He went cold turkey, I understand.
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