Holly saw a junco picking grit off the dirt just outside the breezeway door. She was fascinated watching him hop around and wanted to get him. so. bad.
Can I has that leetle feathered mousie??
I would love him and hug him and squeeze him and bite him. And call him George.
She is grim death on rodents and birds look like airborne mice to her. There was a Chicken Incident a few years ago where someone's pet bantam lost some tail feathers here. In fairness, Holly didn't go searching for the chicken - it had been riding in the cab of the truck with the kids (!) and they let it out. No permanent damage done but had the oldest boy not been fleet of foot to the rescue..... eeesh.
Now if there was just a way to get all the pigeons around here in a room with her for 10 minutes. ;-)
"And call him George." Made my day. :)
ReplyDeleteToo cute! Holly n' George :-D
ReplyDeletePs. How deep is your snow? Hope not too bad in your area. And... Happy Thanksgiving!
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ReplyDeleteha ha love the photo
Holly and Magic are two of a kind...Magic got a possum last night...or at least scared it enough so that it played dead. I scooped it up with shovel and tossed it in the weeds.
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