Riley's mom
Rollerblading along the road
of this sweet, sweet quaker. I got a call from a gentleman yesterday who lives about an hour north of me, that a bird had flown down out of the trees onto his arm. I drove out there and picked up this sweet little guy. He is a big talker and loves to cuddle. I'm hoping to be able to find the owners of this guy. If I do find them, they will be getting back a clipped bird. That's the first thing I did when I got him home. From the area he came from, he's lucky to be alive. The place was loaded with hawks.