Birds of a Feather

Don't flock together.  At least in this situation.  We had small group Monday night. I went.  Which is actually a feat in itself because I haven't exactly won the award for best attendance.  But who's counting...I was waiting out side for our fearless leader, Biz to arrive.  And arrive she did.  Before I can even say hey, she declares that she may have killed a bird.  I am somewhat apathetic because it happens all the time.  Whether by car or by weapon...Little did I realize that her dead bird was currently attached to her car.  Yes.  She had been driving around with a sweet, little cute bird wedged and hanging from her bumper.  Classy.  So, of course I have to man up and remove it.  You know we took pictures.... Totally normal..right?

 Gets me every time.  PETA has been called...

 I kind of remind myself of Bear Grylls or Macgyver.  Just look at those survival skills

(I am not touching the bird. I made it a lil cradle thing bc I was about to gag)  I was very joyful.  And graceful.  We gave it a proper burial. 

What do yall do at your life group???