Another tough morning.
Note tootsie under chin.
Another nice day.
So glad other people grow flowers for me to enjoy.
This is part of Bo and Clarissa's collection of nest-building supplies.
I saw a sparrow snitch one of these pieces of paper. Bo saw it, too. The sparrow perched on the fence with paper hanging out of both sides of his mouth. Bo flew and crashed into the sparrow, knocking him off the fence, and then chased him away. (Surely it was Bo, rather than dear little Clarissa? But then, maybe Clarissa is a modern girl, who grew up playing soccer, and thinks nothing of body-checking someone half her size, just to show him he'd better not mess with HER stuff.....)
Note that the English sparrows we have here are sexually dimorphic; I know the sparrow was male. The blue jays are not, so I can't tell Bo from Clarissa......
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2 comments:
Oh, sweet Baby W. Poor baby - he's so neglected and unloved. ;) xo
Really sad. :-) Especially when the sun moves, and there is no more sunshine on the cowshe.....
I saw on someone's blog that she thought it was awful that a mill dog she was fostering had never had her own bed.
Hmm. Um. Mostly my dogs have never had their own bed......... They use ours. And the couches......... :-)
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