...a birdwatcher's companion and bodyguard
Uh-oh, she's bumbled down this hill in search of an elusive bird. Not watching where she's going. Just peering upwards and staggering along. I'd better follow her.
OK, at least now she's sitting down , so I can keep an eye on her. She's watching a silly bird in the tree above. She says its a PARROT and it's eating a fig! Who wants to balance on one foot on a branch eating a FIG when you can have the tastiest fine cuts served on your own plate indoors instead. Silly bird...
Now she's snapping away at an imposter at my drinking trough! She says it's a thrush. Just another silly bird, I say! At my outdoor water bowl!
AHA! At least the birds have left and I can have drink. Watching a birdwatcher is mighty thirsty work. Oh, she's taking photos again; but I don't mind because the photos are of me! Can you see the beautiful condition of my coat? And can you see how I'm filling out? Muscles and brawn: that's me!
Oh no, now she's in the flower bed. At least I'm here guarding her against spiders and ants! She's muttering about Super Macro and wild irises. And new blog header photos. Doh! What's wrong with leaving my photo on the header?
Now for a nice nap after a strenuous morning of watching over a birdwatcher!
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