Dear Friends,
I have become increasingly concerned for my life due to the viscous hostility I encounter when entering the Little Backyard. It seems that some members of the Saratoga Animal Shelter have not gotten over the fact that they are not allowed on the patio anymore and are pissed the fuck off. When I walk out to feed them, they run aggressively towards me threatening me with bodily harm in the half mute quacks. Food does not calm them. Filling their pool does not calm them. They are out for blood.
Should I suddenly stop posting and become unreachable by phone, e-mail, or text, please look for my beak stabbed body in the Little Backyard.
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