Once again I have been accused of being mischievous!!!
Does this look like the face of mischief? I didn't think so either. In our home, there are three levels of living space. The basement, where we get to go when the weather is threatening, the first floor where you usually find us in the kitchen, family room, and once in a great while the living room or dining room. Then there is that other level - the UPSTAIRS second floor, where Ciara and I are not allowed. There are four BIG bedrooms up there and only two humans that occupy ONE of those rooms, the biggest one, in fact. I figured there must be something wrong with those other rooms if WE can't go up there.
So yesterday while Mom was investigating some mischief in one of her flower planters (more about that later), I decided to go on an exploration and look what I found!!!
This is Thunder Dunder's lookalike stuffie. HE gets to be ON the big bed, so why not join him?
He didn't seem to mind. In fact, I bet he enjoyed some company. There is plenty of room for both of us.
So what do you say, Mom. You know I am a BIG boy and could really use a BIG bed like this one. Can't I please stay?
Needless to say, the Momster did not agree, and I had to retreat to my first floor quarters.
Meanwhile, there really IS some mischief going on out there on our front porch. And it was not brought on by ME or Ciara.
Such a beautiful planter filled with lovely shades of pink begonias.
But WAIT - what is that in there?
Do you see that tangled mess of leaves and twigs? Some silly sparrow has been playing house in our planter. That mess is covering a nest that she buried down in the soil. Then she covered the nest for some added protection.
Mom doesn't want to disturb her at all, but here is one of either four or five eggs. Now she is wondering if it is OK to water her flowers, maybe just at the opposite end. We are all hoping those eggs don't cook in the unbearable heat we are having here.
I don't get it. Mom doesn't seem to think that bird is mischievous at all. But when I dig a hole in her pots (which I have NOT done this year), I am given the "naughty boy" voice. Humans, just can't figure 'em out.
Meanwhile, Ciara and I are going to have to continue our snoozing on the hardwood.
Happy Birthday to our Dad - he is almost 87 gazillion years old today!!! We had ice cream yesterday to celebrate and it was really good, just not enough:)
Woos - Lightning (and Ciara)