Garden Clean Up and A Story

I forgot to post these pictures of our garden clean up.  We did it several weeks ago.  Look at the big pile we have!

The Huntress

Now for the story.  A few days ago, while I was at work, my Mom came over to let Tibby and Catty outside.  While Tibby was sniffing around my Mom went back inside.  She watched from inside the sliding glass door as Catty climbed the plum tree.  Catty climbed up 12 feet into the thin, whippy branches, out onto a tiny branch where a bird was sitting watching her.  She reached over, grabbed the bird, put it into her mouth and climbed back down the tree.  She brought the bird around to the other side of the pond where Tibby was waiting.  Then Catty 'played' with the bird while Tibby jumped around and sniffed everything excitedly.  Tibby was like the posse of a bully who eggs the bully on, but never does any of the bullying.  After a minute or two, Catty let the bird go and it flew away.

I don't think that bird will sit in the plum tree anymore!

"You just don't understand sophisticated entertainment."