Little Sasha was waiting by the back door for me (or anyone in our family) this afternoon. She launched into talk mode as soon as I stepped outside. She kept up the conversation as I checked my seedlings and plants on the patio.
She has had some trouble hunting recently due to some pesky crows we have in our neighborhood. They caw at her endlessly while she tries to hunt birds and mice.
I had read an article about how smart crows are and for a while I made the effort to like these caw-ing critters. But now that they are pestering my sweet little Sasha I just want to get rid of them in the worst sort of way. Smart birds do not necessarily make productive and good birds.
My husband, who is not an avid animal lover, even took pity on poor Sasha and suggested we feed her a bit more food to make up for her hunting losses. So this afternoon, after I checked my plants, I went into the shed that doubles as Sasha’s winter retreat to get her some food. She followed me, chatting away.
I checked the container my daughter labeled as cat food and found it empty. So I told Sasha I would have to go inside the house to get her some food. She followed me back outside and waited for me while I went in the house. I scooped up a generous amountof dry cat food and took it back outside.
She followed me back to the shed but this time she knew without a doubt that I was going to feed her. Her normal “chatty” voice turned into a loud cry of exuberance. She might have been saying, “Hurray for food! Bring on the food! Please! Please! Please! Thank Youuuuuuuuu!”
She plowed into it with delight. I just hope she didn’t gorge herself and get a tummy ache.
