Morning Harvest
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This morning, I ate the first plum from our tree. It had fallen some time yesterday, and the chickens had given it a few experimental pecks. I cut around the damage and savored every bit. Robb slept through my plum orgy. I didn't think he'd be all that interested in being woken with an offer of hen-bitten fruit.
The cats also had a bit of a harvest, which they kindly shared with me.
There's nothing like stepping on a dead mouse, first thing in the morning. Nothing at all. Thankfully.
This morning, I ate the first plum from our tree. It had fallen some time yesterday, and the chickens had given it a few experimental pecks. I cut around the damage and savored every bit. Robb slept through my plum orgy. I didn't think he'd be all that interested in being woken with an offer of hen-bitten fruit.
The cats also had a bit of a harvest, which they kindly shared with me.
There's nothing like stepping on a dead mouse, first thing in the morning. Nothing at all. Thankfully.
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Yes, that is what the dead mouse meant. when mother cat teaches her kittens to hunt, she starts by letting them play with something that she killed. the next step is to catch something - like a mouse and let the kittens play with it till it dies...
when I grew up we had plum trees in the garden. And yes, the first ones every year are always the best:)
Silly cats.