While Boris looked on in horror, Beethoven proceeded to go into a wing-flapping frenzy. All of the rest of the mallards swam away, looking to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the embarrassment that was Beethoven. Boris was overheard muttering "Dude, you've got to stop with all this crazy hip-hop crap - the hens don't like it."
Well, at least that is what happened in my mind.
A very nice walk on a wooded trail along some lakes and marshes. Saw my first golden-crowned kinglets of the year and would loved to have blipped one, but the damned things wouldn't stay in one place longer than a nanosecond. I got a couple of really lousy pictures and a whole lot of empty frames- and if you don't believe me, have a look in Extra. Well, maybe another day.
We are planning to take MIL out somewhere for lunch tomorrow rather than doing dinner here - nice to change things up a bit sometimes, and also saves more cooking.
The cats now appear to be fully in control of the Little Dog and walk past her with scarcely a sideways glance. The Little Dog, apparently knowing the tides have turned, refuses to make eye contact with the cats. All is as it should be with the world being secretly ruled by felines.
Happy Saturday, people.