There are days when I, BjΓΈrge the Mighty, feel like the universe is trying to tell me something. It all started with a mysterious crime scene β a poor red bird lying flat on the deck, its feathers scattered like the aftermath of a feathery bar fight. No wounds. No signs of struggle. Justβ¦ gone. Now, a normal human would … Continue reading π΄ The Red Bird Prophecy β A Funeral, a Suspicious Spot, and a Human Who Attempted CPR on a Bird π΄
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