birds of a feather

I was just relishing the strange feeling of lightness having decided that I would not work tonight when the flock of collard doves arrived (flutter, flap, coo).  Close on their tails was the family of jays, mewing like distressed kittens.  And now Molly is in on the game, chattering and trying to pounce through the window.

Rabbits, finch, blue tits, robins, deer, even owls Molly takes in her stride.  She has also learned that if you blink at deer, they blink back.

But birds that sound like cats or look like a they might roast up into something like chicken?  Well, can you blame her?

Ah,  mother bunny is here.  That should scare the jays away and soothe Molly’s fretting.

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