Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Through the window
We have been watching, through the window. Birds come and go, from feeder to feeder. Bright jewels of birds, fast. And today a woodpecker! Fearsome, sharp beaked, bright eyed, with a red flash of feather and pied plumage.
When first we started there were four of us, all ginger, and Max. Time has passed. The ginger pride are ghost cats, appart from Elmo. Now the house holds Max, oldest, tabby farm cat, dark, usually found sleeping on a cushion, Elmo, last of the Gingers, beautiful handsome and wonderful who still walks to the high hill top. And now there is Baggage and Bundle, silver mischief in sharp clawed kitten form. The adventures continue.
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