You remember my little
He’s baaaaack. Actually, he never left. He did end up finding a mate and raising four chicks that I’m sure will go on to be window bangers themselves in the future.
His wife moved on, but he’s decided to stay.
Every morning I could hear a tiny tic…tic…tic, and I couldn’t figure it out.
Until this morning.
Homeboy’s acquired a taste for dog food, problem is, the pieces are too hard and just won’t fit into his mouth.
So, he spends most of the morning hurling the chunks of dog food on the deck until they break up into smaller pieces, in the mean time make me question if the sound I’m hearing is mice in the attic.
Some pieces are harder than others, and he gets frustrated and throws his head back and tries to eat it whole.
I really worry he might choke, but between the slobbering on my windows and the constant tic..tic..tic, it might me killing two problems with one kibble. Did I just say that…..I couldn’t have said that.
the wanna be country girl – Caroline