It’s very quiet here, usually, if it’s not harvesting time and if me and Phex don’t sing. Yesterday the bird syndicate visited us again. And turned the quietness into the soundtrack of The Birds (Alfred Hitchcock, 1963). The 50 years have passed in the blink of an eye.
I took a video about Phex’ singing as well, but sadly I was singing more than Phex. I tried to make him sing, it worked, but it’s also possible, that he made me sing and it worked. I spared you that howling woman and deleted the video.
This afternoon I got to go to the public library. When the library had anniversary, they gave every reader a special anniversary-bag to carry the books. Miniputz loves that bag. I used to store it on a table, but she was climbing in it with her dirty feet and printing the book with muddy “catletters” (aka pawprints). So I put the bag high on a cupboard in a corner of the living room. Guess what..
Speaking of “birds are tasty”, that reminds me of the presents I got from Miniputz two days ago. Two dead mice and a dead bird under my bed (yuck). Miniputz truly loves me. Sadly I can’t appreciate it like I should.