“Justice,” I say, clearly enunciating the name. Black, shrewd eyes look into mine as Effie cocks her head. “Pretty bird?” “No.” I hold the treat just out of her reach. “Justice. It’s the baby.” “Baby.” Effie inches closer to the treat, bobbing her head with a trilled, “Baby bird.” Chuckling, I concede, “Yes, you’re my baby bird. Justice is our baby boy. Can you say Justice?” She lifts a foot toward the treat, straining. “Baby bird. Fucking baby bird.” “Fair enough.” Sighing,
So damn cute
