When I returned from a grocery run this morning, what did I behold? Sitting on my deck was the missing Ginger Tom. He appeared unharmed and in fact, was not even very hungry after his absence of almost a week. What was I thinking? I've seen this orange tabby in the neighbourhood for quite a few years. Sometimes he would be hunting in a field and sometimes he would be sitting a couple of miles away in a ditch, waiting patiently for a mouse. There are nearby dairy farms where he can likely score a dish of milk. His territory takes in miles and I'm sure he also looks for opportunities to pass on his genes. Ginger Tom has been around the block more than a few times and is nobody's fool.
|Where have I been? That's for me to know!|
|You don't own me, lady, and yes, I'm a man of mystery!|
|The screech owl was using a roost box and trying for a little sunbath.|
|But local bluejays had formed a mob and were intent on an eviction.|
|Come on out of there you low-down varmint! Your kind ain't welcome here!|