Or whichever Disney chick that all the animals love. Aside from the raccoons that will eat from my hands (get me a freaking kitten lance and I’ll stop), the birds have found me as well. Just now a bird flew through my front window (it was screenless because Spiderman needed a better way in and out) and landed on my vinyl cutter. It cocked its head and looked at me and Peyton, then flew into the kitchen where it couldn’t find it’s way out. The bird seriously just let me pick it up (I had a paper towel around it, jerks, I’m not totally disease loving) and let it go outside. It flew to our trampoline, then came back and landed on my porch and just stood there like, “are you going to let me back in or what?”