Dutch Flew the Coop . . . .

So, Dutch has flown the coop.

Today Dutch was with Quinn while he was on the computer and

I was outside washing the windows on the house in the back yard.

I left the door open.

Wouldn't you know it,

Dutch's clipped wings have grown back and

he can fly.

Which means a boy on a computer,

a mother on a ladder washing windows and

a bird who has his once clipped wings grown back

makes for a great escape.

We combed the neighborhood all day

looking for our beloved Dutch.

I'd like to think he's happy.

Quinn hopes he didn't get eaten by a dog.

He keeps thinking of all kinds of scenarios.

(None of them good.)

No more, "cat call" from Dutch when we walk down the hall.

It was a self esteem booster to have someone whistle at you in a sexy manner,

even if it was just a bird.

Quinn said, "Now Santa will never bring me another bird

'cause he'll say I won't take care of it."

I don't think I've seen an 8 year old boy cry so much.

Here's to you Dutch.

We love you.

Please fly back home.

No questions asked.