In June we acquired a small, baby grouse. Easton named him Superman, Keagan named her Lily. Our neighbors cat got to the mother and the baby was wandering the neighborhood. Parker and the kids were so excited. Me? Not so much. I am allergic to any animal with fur or feathers, so I didn't think this would be a good idea. It was actually a good, little bird. It would climb in and out of its cage and just wander the backyard. It would let the kids hold it and come to you when you tapped the ground. We had it for a total of 4 days. We went out and checked on it one morning and it was doing great, checked a couple of hours later and the neighbors cat was sitting in our fenced backyard...no baby grouse. We told the kids that it got strong enough and flew to the lake and found another grouse family. We then went and looked around the house and I saw it. As much as I didn't want it, I was sad when it was all over. I don't want to do it again with another animal, but glad my kids had the small opportunity.
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