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A Second Chance for Love
Writing as S.M. Laviolette
Smart & Sexy Historical Romance

The Birds...

I’ve recently had some requests from my new agent- Jessica Alvarez of Book Ends Literary Agency– for . . . YES!! Bird photos! (This is a woman who has not been trapped beside me on a plane, train, or grocery store line and forced to see pictures of “the children.”)

Here are a few photos of the crew.


This is Freddy, short for Frederica (a la Georgette Heyer). Yes, she is acting like a tom in this photo. I don’t know why she displays like this other than she is a “strange bird.” Once you have birds you understand terms like “silly goose” and “odd duck” and “pecking order.”

Freddy is the least popular bird in the coop and she has done a lot to earn that designation. She messes with every other animal on the property, from a 2 lb chicken to 180 lb dogs. She is a relentless nag, in other words. If this were an island, Freddy would be the first one voted off. She looks big here but is only about 6 lbs. She is a midget white turkey, as is my only tom turkey, Viccus. (see below)

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Here are a bunch of animal butts and Viccus and me. You can also see Freddy and Ms. Squawkers watching.

This is a small group shot of the birds kicking poor Sparky off the bed:


Not only have they kicked him off his dog bed, but they have poohed all over it and mess it up. That is Ms. Squawkers, Viccus, and Lola.

Here are Shmoo and Sparky practicing synchronized sleeping for the next Olympics:


I’d give them a 9.6, but I’m biased.

Here is Micheline, who has all the shredded cheese to herself and is smart enough not to let anyone else know about it:


And here are some naughty geese trying to get in the through the back door…

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From right to left this is Mr. Joshua, Squanto, Snarky, Sid, & Nancy.

Here is the king of the ducks, Jean-Claude Van Duuck:

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And, lastly, here are Gidget and Barbara. It’s kind of like a marathon dance, but in a box, with straw, and another broody hen….