Karissa + Kaleigh + Krystan = one very worn-out roadrunner momma
Day three begins with the little cockatrice having consumed about six grams of raw beef, a large green male anole (drawn and quartered), and somewhere in the neighborhood of 150 grasshoppers, back legs and mandibles excised, as these would reportedly punch holes in our little man's organs. And counting...
He's now toddling, fresh feathers poking through his weird skin, head bobbing on that skinny neck, yawning his prickly mouth, and following our faces and voices with his blue-black eyes.
I am strangely, intensely in love. He is my heart: black, wrinkly, and bristling with old man hairs.
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