Howdy Folks,
He was darker
than most, that proud junco. He sat on a twisted branch just a few feet above
the hustle and bustle that is the morning gathering of chickens fussing about
their scratch. I know that little junco was only waiting his turn but, from my
perch in my very worn and tired chair beside Kessy as she munched hay, it sure
looked like he was directing the circus beneath him. He moved only inches left
to right as he searched for an opening among the chickens. The cracked corn and
barley must be deliciously tempting, enticing him to risk all and dive right in
amongst fowl ten times his size. But he decided to strategize a bit longer.
Soon he seemed to bob and weave in time with the roosters beneath him!
With Tigger on my
lap, Miss Kitty and Saturday at my feet, Kessy munching away, we took in the
show. It's a normal routine each morning, and it always guarantees at least a
chuckle, or three, as each morning someone will be the main character who
stands out and steals the show. That little junco had the first act.
The second act we
must give to Miss Kitty. As the scene opens most of the chickens have wandered
away to begin their daily "search and devour" missions, leaving the
spoils of cracked corn to Mr. Junco and his friends. Soon what had been a cast
of domestic fowl was replaced with the sparkling choreography of juncos,
cardinals, doves and chickadees.
Part of the
second act was the squirrels, too. A few always show up and end too soon, the
musical I've come to call "Twitter On The Litter." The squirrels
really add nothing to the show, in fact they usually bring it to an end. And
they did today.
Now apparently
the actions of the interloping squirrels did not sit well with Miss Kitty. A
few seconds after the squirrels took center stage, Miss Kitty stalked her way
into the scene, stopping just on the far side of the waterer from a happy,
corn chomping squirrel.
After a brief pause she charged, sending the terrified
squirrel scampering up a tree … But Miss Kitty wasn't ready to give up the
spotlight.
As Mr Squirrel
leaped from branch to branch, tree to tree, Miss Kitty dashed trunk to trunk
reaching as high as she could to claw on each trunk, ever driving the poor
squirrel farther and farther away.
Eventually satisfied, Miss Kitty turned,
took a bow and gracefully accepted my applause for a great show. Now Dancing
With The Stars it wasn't, but our little 2 act play was just perfect for a
birthday present today!
Tigger missed the whole show deep in sleep on my
lap. Saturday did wander over to see what all the dancing was about. Kessy? She
enjoyed her hay. … We all send you wishes for a great day!
Gitty Up
Dutch & the
Coffee Clutch Gang