Who: Pam, Owen, & Juno When: Around 11:30 AM Where: The kitchen/backyard
The previous day's attempts at catching a bird hadn't gone well. Pam would have liked to have blamed it on Juno, because animals were usually her thing. Birds, however, were not her forte, and despite the feeding and the standing still and quick grabs, she hadn't managed to grab one of the magpies with the shiny thing around it's leg. By the time she went inside, she'd figured that that day would be the last she saw of the birds.
Today, she was pleasantly surprised. She'd woken up and checked out her window first things, and the birds were still there. Just chilling. It was great.
She'd spent some time on the network, and some more time marveling at how well Hathaway the Octopus was doing, before heading downstairs. Today she was going to catch a bird. Today she was going to catch a bird. She was sure they had to be significant now. They didn't usually leave their challenges just hanging around for multiple days.
Well, actually, she wasn't sure that was true. But she was still sure that she needed to get a bird, and see what was tied to it's leg.
She found a loaf of bread and leaned on one of the windows that overlooked the backyard, trying to figure out if she needed more patience, or more tools.