by Anglo-American Farmer Bodwyn Wook
It is Spring in these parts of south-central Minnesota (sort of) and weekend before last when it actually got up to fifty-something temperatures (no joy since!), we let Them Cats all four out at once in the garden. Immediately (!), three started in on stalking one of our American “robins” (the rusty-breasted thrush, I mean, turdus turdus) The operation had every aspect of a Coherent Plan, including a Stalker Cat, another Leading Cat easing down a deflection vector ahead of target. And One In Reserve Abeam, finally giving into the impulse and running to beat Hell right at the bird from the flank, when it spotted the Lead Cat at two o’clock and momentarily froze. Only momentarily, bird got away, Special Squad got…embarrassed.
They really do hate to be looked at when there is some sort of screw up!
[Bodwyn wook all rights reserved 17 May 2009]