Yesterday morning the better-half and I were making breakfast and I noticed Jim had brought in an animal. He had a bird and it wasn’t quite dead. The two humans just gawked and then decided that perhaps we should pick the bird up and put it outside. The better-half got on a glove and I was prepared to capture Jim so he wouldn’t follow the better-half outside.
Yeah, that plan wasn’t cool with Jim. Who took his bird, thankyouverymuch, and walked out to the porch growling the whole time. A deep growl to show us he was the king of the backyard. The bird was dispatched pretty quickly after that and Jim ate the whole thing. I ended up vacuuming a handful of feathers off the porch. The circle of life, indeed.
Yes, he’s the king:
Simon was out on the porch and could have cared less about the bird being killed and eaten. He wants you to know he’s a lover, not a fighter. Also, Purina One and the occasional Fancy Feast is good enough for him:
Our friends gave us a bunch of iris last year. Two are blooming. I love purple iris and they smell so good:
Our rose bushes in the front are beginning to pop. I know rose aficionados scoff at the miniature rose, but they are pretty and I don’t care if they aren’t some pedigreed rose from the ancient city of Rose or whereverintheheck. Pretty is good.
Our sage plant is also blooming. I fried a couple of sage leaves the other day. So good. I think the hummingbird that’s already around stops by the sage plant for a snack now and again. Let’s hope the hummingbird doesn’t become a snack.
