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Island Times

for the birds...

SO dad gets home last night after a long days work, and he immediately lets T-money and I out back. Well, only minutes later I hear him calling my name (frantically)-obviously he thought I'd escaped again-but I didn't. Instead I came out of the landscaping to show him his surprise- I caught a juvenile cowbird in the cast irons! Boy was I proud of myself. Needless to say, dad was quite upset and made me drop my prize. He then scooped it up with a shovel and palced it on the bird feeder (did i mention it was still alive?). Well I truly didn't want to hurt the little guy, just after being inside all day I wanted someone to play with. I sat under the bird feeder for a whole minute watching the darned thing and the moment I take my eye off of it it was no longer there! I guess dad let my playmate go :{0

Houdini

Well, little did dad know that while he was creating this profile/diary/page of myself, I had T-money standing lookout while I snuck behind the fig tree to make my great escape. I used to be able to climb the fence in under 4 seconds, but the bones are a bit older and slower now, and therefore the lookout is necessary. Plus T-money and I have a pact. I know she'll never say anything, it's just that her anxious pacing while staring back at the house always gives my scheme away. Dad usually gets pretty mad and puts me in "time-out", but eating cat poop and rolling in dead crabs is TOTALLY worth the punishment :) Anyone wanna meet me in the marsh?