Yesterday evening we found Grumpy crouched in the driveway, being harassed by a couple of mockingbirds. It was another chance for me to assume there was something dead.
Turns out -- again -- I was wrong. It was something alive. But 20 feet below its nest. I guess Grumpy was just watching it for us.
We are now hand-raising a baby mockingbird who Christian named Tequila. (Get it?) Because, you know we have so much free time around here. *roll eyes*
I admit - the pathetic-ness of this little guy has won me over.
Hmmm. Where to Start?
3 months ago