Saturday, February 14, 2009
Grace sends her first email to her bud, Charlie in AZ. It went something like this:
Queen CiXi and her entourage.
You there, pull faster.
I may be from Hunan, but I don't mind a snow day.
She ate the whole thing. First robin of spring. (Truthfully, it was an ex-robin; already dead; pining for the fjords; perhaps even frozen. It wasn't going to see spring. It might even have been killed by the goshawk we have spotted lately in a large tree in the back swale. A pile of mourning dove feathers on the iced-over fish pond suggests that our backyard feeder may be a fairly dangerous bistro for our feathered friends.)
As of January, Grace can recognize and shout "Blue Jay! Cahdinal! Woodpacker! Skuh-rel!Chickadeedeedeee! Right before Reese eats it.
Posted by Gracie's mom at 2/14/2009