Last night I rolled a new straw bale into the Fortress of Attitude. It’s easier to do that after the birds have put themselves to bed, because otherwise they get all upset.
This morning they devoted themselves to dismantling it and spreading it all over the yard, in the apparent hope of finding new and tastier bugs inside.
Seymour supervised.
“How to exercise your chicken”
It that what you call it? [grin]
Man, I wuz gonna let that slip by, but . . .
😉
Getcher mind out of the gutter. 🙂
Feed me Seymour?!
gfa