Saturday, January 7, 2012
While passing by a kitchen window I spied one of our barn cats, Gracie. An expert and very patient hunter, she was crouched next to a tasty display of bird seed that a certain seven year old laid upon the rock wall that encloses my herb garden. After shooing Gracie away I had to explain to a bewildered little girl that it is quite dangerous for the birds food to be in reach of the cats. Quite seriously she told me, "Well Mumma, I heard you tell Daddy that if those bullyish blue jays don't find another diner your gonna get Sam's air soft gun and help them along. So, I figured the cats would frighten them away." Ahem...yes, I recall being a bit exasperated with the blue jays the other day. A mother really has to watch her words, doesn't she?