with fabric bolt swords and carpet sample shields, you’d think we were handling large animals. no, no. guess again. leave it to us girls, it was only a bird. poor little guy took a wrong turn — into our office. this little birdy had us in such a tizzy that we had to call for backup. our character of a landlord, mr. al, swooped the birdy up single-fisted and all-too-seriously suggested a barbeque. believe us when we say, we were squealing louder than the bird!
we are happy to report the birdy made it out of collins interiors (and mr. al’s hand) alive and well (minus a feather or two).