01/07/05 Squeak visiting my office. He never much minded driving, and eventually he would even sing in my moving car, even in the dark. That's a happy canary.
(Another strike against the "they don't like their cages moved" advice).
Raised in Upstate New York by two collectors - one completist and one selective - I naturally followed in their footsteps on a mission to gather far more interesting stuff than I could ever do anything with.
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