Hubby has a strong emotional investment in seeing the "our friends" the Georgians win this conflict with Russia (he spent some time training their military forces). He is not shy about it either. I chalk it up to a mama bird wanting to see her little chickies learn to fly (or eaten by the great communist vulture lurking around the corner). So I was not surprised to find my baby bird literally wrapped in the flag of the Fledgling democracy! He was crawling all through the house playing peek-a-boo with the darn thing.
