Bonnie is teaching her little family the ins and outs of rodent killing.
Yesterday Furby played what we thought were unrealistic games with his mouse carcass by throwing it up against the tree and leaping onto it as though it were climbing away.
Then today we saw this little mouseling run from the shed where Bonnie was holding a hunting session and scuttle up the oak tree.
Looks like Furby knew more about mice behavior than we did!
I just want to make sure that my friends in other parts of the world have a clear understanding that it's hot.
Here's a pretty sight that met me on the west side of the house this morning when I went around to see the dogs coming home from the fields with baby bunnies in their mouths. (They were cheating at hunting because a blacksnake had found the nest and they hogged up what he couldn't get down the hatch in time.)
I think the sky and trees and moon look so pretty this morning.
Momma Bonnie, sister Polly, Gooseberry, and Blizzard are missing from this photo shoot because they were wisely hanging out on the cool front porch doing dainty lady cat stuff while the baby brothers Jase and Furby romped in the heat with Uncle Clyde.
In case you haven't gotten the idea, it's hot here today.
Here are two pictures of the bear tracks going across the new path.
You'll have to trust me on this because they really don't show up well in pictures. I tried to outline the bigger track to illuminate the print for you, but it still looks like... mud.
While we were all looking down at the fresh tracks, we heard a sound in the woods. Joe Houndog was lurking, as per his usual manner.
I will leave you to draw your own conclusions about what happened to my heart rate when I realized an animal was in the underbrush next to the bear prints.