So.  Yesterday, Junior caught his first bird.  Well, it’s the first bird we saw him…gnawing on that hadn’t been brought to him by Scamp (these days she isn’t inclined to share her catches with him.  We know she catches them.  The evidence…is scattered in the yard.  Last catch was a blue jay, if you must know.  Blue feathers.)

Junior…appeared quite pleased with himself, even though his humans were grossed out.  I mean, we feed him.  He has food all the time so it isn’t as though he was hungry.   Remember how I told you he sat under the hummingbird feeder, watching, waiting and jumping?  Well, apparently he jumped high enough.  One less finch in the world.

The good news is that he was selfish.  Thankfully, he did not bring it inside to “share.”

Ish.

No, picture is not of them bird catching.  That is just them after playing.  Scamp has been coming in for about an hour a day, running around the dining room.  She loves the little soft balls.  She bats them around, carries them in her mouth and generally has a good time in-between a bite of food and drink of water.  This morning, Junior got up from nap and helped her play.

She’s getting there.  She still runs away much too quickly, but she’s sort of accepting us.  In a feral way.