Through The Door

Through the door, I see him, the young Red Cardinal, looking at me. He is perched among the limbs of our Mulberry tree. Red so bright against the stem, he appears almost pink. Feathery brilliant pink., I think.

In the big Oak tree, the Blue Jay sits, on a high limb, looking through the door. His sharp eyes seem to judge if I pose them any harm. Will I rush though the door? This act will scatter the Blue Jays family all around. Just then, he flies right over their heads. They swoop from the ground, taking heed to the Blue Jay’s hushed alarm.

The Red Squirrel has a daily routine, you see. Morning and late afternoon, he has a pattern with me. My nose leaves smudges on the glass as the Red Squirrel lets out rude laughs. The Red Squirrel makes sure he is seen through the door before I whirl my furry body out. This makes the chasing game much more exciting.I am lightning fast, but I can not climb a tree. Just the same, this is a great advantage for both of us, thinks the Red Squirrel. Indeed.

National Love Your Pet Day 02/20/20 XOXOXOXO

P.S. We All Love You, Oreo

Please scroll down to the very last photo! Oreo is our Blue Heeler/Collie Mix. She was adopted a few days after we brought her sister, Daisy, our English Bulldog home. Oreo is the pup that brought her sister, Daisy, out of her shell. She has taught her to play with her toys and actually put them back in the basket! She is always aware of their surroundings when they go outside. She is the Protector. She barks and is on alert if another animal is prowling around. Today, Oreo went to the Vet to be spayed! She was so brave, giving us kisses, then marching back to be weighed, and not looking back. To be honest, we miss her terribly. All three of us! Daisy, Mommy, & Daddy, but Oreo is so smart. She knows she will return home to take care of, watch over, and play with her family that loves her very much. ❀

Bulldog Daisy and A Tuesday Morning

Daisy Gentle Lee

Waking early on the farm, anyone up can enjoy the sun peeking up over the mountains. The grackle birds are on the feeders. Their thin, legs looking too long as they walk their feathered sheen bodies about. Old man winter worked hard through the night to beautifully cover each blade of grass. If one would capture his perfect artwork with photo, the picture would surely lack in desire. Fog drifts lazily over the creek, appearing unafraid of the morning light.

Out burst us pups to enjoy the crisp morning. First, me, Daisy, the English Bulldog. I search the ground for any new smell, then go to the fence to watch the birds swoop down. My sister, the blue heeler/collie is not as gentle. She races to the fence to sound out a bark. Oreo ruined my show, scaring away my feathered friends. Being an avid bird watcher, now I will have to go in search of a stick. I look for the large groundhog that lives under the outbuildings. Patrol the yard, then quietly sit at the back door. Momma will let us in and wipe my big paws. Maybe I will chase the tennis ball back under the chair. Or enjoy a warm nap on the sunny couch.