As winter continued to hold us captive to gray skies and barren branches, the profusion of bulbs and wildflowers ushered in the promise of Spring. As their blossoms faded, lush shades of green leaves began to emerge; the woods softened. Then, a late freeze seized us and tender shoots of a new season shriveled. The tendrils of an aborted Spring still hang in rusts and browns, confusing our eye and our senses.
Just as the dove carried a message of renewal, birds have emerged in their brilliant coats of yellow and red and indigo, rose and black and white and subtle freckles of rust on creamy breasts, restoring the order of nature. Witnessing their springtime antics, as nests are built, mates are courted, territories are staked out, feathers brighten and birdsong heightens; all are a feast for the eye and the soul.
Wildflowers are more collaborative subjects for photography, but the happenstance capture of an elusive indigo bunting or the migrating rose-breasted grosbeak is cause for celebration.
I share these little bits of soul food with you. Enjoy each savory bite.
(l) female rose-breasted grosbeak, (r) male rose-breasted grosbeak
Found: a neat row of kibble stacked between the sheets in her linen closet.
Found: a pile of kibble sitting on the top of a dresser.
My neighbor doesn't own a dog, but is dog-sitter extraordinaire for Miss Mocha.
I was puzzled. Here's why:
Found: Thistle seed in the basement...neatly deposited in 2-inch drifts on two storage shelves packed with supplies.
Found: A few bits of kibble underneath a drip pan on my stove.
Found: This on the floor in my storage closet:
Found: This under the cushion of my comfy chair:
Found: This under the cushion of Mocha's comfy chair:
When one links these puzzling events together, one could surmise that Mocha is a gifted pack rat who has learned to open doors and lift cushions OR the field mice, who often frequent the neighbor's house and mine, feared their normal food supply was about to cease and began frantically stashing away a ready resource of tasty, crunchy food.
Since I've begun putting Mocha's food bowl away at night, the appearance of kibble in unexpected places has ceased. All this time, I thought she was enjoying a midnight snack while I slumbered blissfully in the next room. Little did I know the Cheatham County Kibble Caper was being carried out under my very nose. I should save a bundle on dog food now that the gravy train has jumped the track!
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