Day 26: Class Reunion Night

Day 26:  Class Reunion.  Here's Woody with a flock of classmates who belonged to the "Birds of a Feather" service organization.  Every year, the group held fundraisers, nest sales, seed gift packet sales, etc. to provide Thanksgiving turkeys for the local shelter.  Woody was appalled at how rotund and bald so many classmates had become, especially those who attended Perdue.  Oh look, there's Amanda Peafowl again.  She must be chaperoning the old hens.

Day 25: More Hometown Touring

Day 25:  This is the cat house at the far end of town where Woody and most of his high school buddies went on Sat. nights to nest with wild nightingales and flycatchers.  After one of these raucous visits, his entire fraternity had to be treated for thrush.  I could go on and on with numerous stories and innuendos, but sadly this is a G rated story.

Day 24: Homecoming Week

Day 24:  Woody will spend the next few days visiting old haunts in his hometown.  This is the house where he grew up.  It's currently vacant, insect infested and badly in need of repair.  The old swing and the front perch have been removed, and the interior is in shambles from damage done by vultures and loons in the hood who use it as a crack house.  The family tree has been drilled, clawed and hammered into a pile of sawdust.      

Day 23: Hometown Visit

Day 23:   The dreaded High School reunion is this weekend.  Woody finally got off the sofa yesterday, did a few ab strengthening exercises and spent a considerable time preening.  Woody won't have the wrinkles his classmates will be so desperately trying to disguise.  Here is Woody in front of the Flora M. Hill School, where he spent many years as a fledgling winging it in math.  Oh, look, there's the principal, Amanda Peafowl.  Hard to believe she's still hovering in that position.

Day 22: PTSD

Day 22:  Woody has been having terrible flashbacks, hallucinations and night terrors.  We're not sure if it's PTSD from the attack or if he's been doing some recreational experimentation with his peeps at the bar.  He's going to have to shake a tail feather and snap out of this.

Day 21: Dermatologist Visit

Day 21:  Dermatologist appt.  Dr. Tso examined Woody's torso for infection and decided he needs cosmetic surgery.  We opted for a navel piercing with interchangeable decorative elements.  Woody is now sporting a vintage Lone Ranger button to hide the abdominal stain.  He didn't squawk once, yet the process was lengthy and looked painful.  Next, we stopped at our favorite local diner for lunch.  Nothing like a soothing bowl of "Mmm Mmm Good" chicken soup.  Woody took a selfie with the owners.

Day 20: Agoraphobia

Day 20:  Woody has developed agoraphobia.  He stays in the house and plays solitaire for hours without a break.  The group therapy session wasn't as beneficial as we had hoped.  We meet with the dermatologist tomorrow.  Hoping a diagnosis to cure or disguise the abdominal stain will boost his self confidence.