Today is BMO’s unofficial birthday. It’s been two years since I found this grease covered featherbab exhausted on a train station fence and took him home to look after him for the night.

He’s grown a lot in that time. He’s become a bigger, more colourful, terrible screeching screaming biting sky goblin but he’s also still my beautiful birbson and I love him.


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