Possum tells me that this is a great time for birdwatching — or birding, as more serious devotees refer to themselves. Songbirds and migrating birds are in the area, filling the air with chirping.
Many of these birds like to sit and chatter on tree branches, temptingly near local pussycats lounging on sunny windowsills.
Possum and Wendy never give up hope. While the birds rudely tease them, they both sit patiently, waiting for some plump little dinner entrée to magically fly through the window screen. They ignore the taunting, thinking only of the pleasures of a mouthful of feathers and crunchy pieces of leg.
Possum on the alert, hoping a bird will be beguiled by
his tremendous beauty and puncture the screen.
Wendy is also a dedicated birder.
Snalbert? Not so much. He's content with roasted chicken.