Outside, a pair of magpies is making a nest in the row of lilacs near the back step. That won't be good. I thought about knocking it down before eggs are laid, but I don't want to hurt their feelings. They've done a lot of work! Alas, it would be the smart thing to do. Their noise drives us nuts enough when the nests are quite a bit further from the house. Scott always threatens to shoot them, but never does. This is the kind of man I like: one that takes no pleasure in killing, even when it may be a solution to irritation.
With no cats around the yard these days — something got our tomcat Bob and dragged him off to the chicken coop this winter — the smaller wild animals have become less shy. I got my first glimpse of the rabbit yesterday afternoon:
|I won't be too happy when it discovers my flowers this summer. Click for a better look.|
At one point I could hear noise east of the house, but there being no window anywhere in that wall, could see nothing. Thought maybe I was imagining things, or maybe a vehicle was on the road on the other side of the bush. Was about to put on a jacket and boots and go see, when the noise moved to the back of the house. A certain someone was close to being stuck out there:
|Through the office window|