Dear Schip,

Things here are dull. I try looking outside for where the interesting people are, but I don't see them. At least the big bird is gone. I think. That might be her outside.



One bird is left though.



Mostly we sleep.





Although, sometimes Sam kicks people.


But I keep him under control.





Mike came over and played with paper. But he didn't share.



Heather hasn't been well.



You should come. Soon.



Love,
Scow

p.s. Bring chips.