These little rebels don’t care about the rules.
They spend their days watching all the dull, desperate people noisily shuffling through the streets below, quietly defiant in their nonchalance.
My kind of birds.
These little rebels don’t care about the rules.
They spend their days watching all the dull, desperate people noisily shuffling through the streets below, quietly defiant in their nonchalance.
My kind of birds.