The Rescue

I stopped by to see my little feathered friends. While I was promising them short nails and a new more accepting home, I noticed Malcolm was missing. Horror. I do believe she is the one who hung herself. It is now a cage full of nothing but Bob's. This is depressing x infinity. Malcolm was the singer of the group. The rest of them do have their cheery beep beeps but it's not the same.

These guys need me. I can't decide if it's okay to pick a day that is warm and just lash them to the top of my Scion?

The plan is in motion...