A Clashing Salute ☆Toxie

Woke up ready to hit the dirt! I stomped past the back porch into the tall weeds by the fence. Right there in the patchy dirt sat a plump, speckled pigeon pecking at a crust! Most creatures scram, but this bird just puffed its grey chest right at me. Respect! I marched up, slapped my rusty washer gauntlet against my chest with a booming metallic CLACK, and let out a gravelly roar of greeting! The bird hopped back two inches, blinked its tiny orange eye, and bobbed its head in a solemn, jerky bow. We have an understanding now, feather-boss! #ToxicCrusaders #Toxie @quantumaffected_99