I have been verrah bizy, as you know, what with spring gardening and all.
Every time the Humans here dig a hole in the yard, they find worms and grubs, which catch the eye of birdies, who, in turn, trigger ancient prey instincts in certain Stunningly Stealthy Huntresses, which, for some reason, makes Ms. Whatsername squeal Blue Bloody Murder (a thoughtless distraction, you can imagine, especially when one is in mid-pounce), so after an exciting, feather-filled fraction of a second, only the damn worm is happy and going back to his biziness and the rest of us need a strong drink.
As I have alluded to in teh past, Mrs. W. has a bad habit of blundering into the wrong place at the wrong time, igniting Cascades of Unintended Consequences, like she do, and so I post teh following educational video in teh hopes she’ll learn a thing or two. Hope springs eternal. Much like grubs.
Anyway, wish me lucks.