As I sit languidly on the patio waiting for the chef to bring an aperitif and the footman to deal with the parasol - currently drooping over the table like a dead pterodactyl - I observe a life and death drama by the pool. The cat in the photo has just despatched one of the swifts which dart over the pool - heaven knows how he caught it - but is now sulking because a second cat has now snatched the bird and run off. I shall dwell on death no longer. Paddock calls..
Ahh...isn't nature wonderful?
ReplyDeleteLately, Michelle has taken to squealing as birds swoop down and snatch up moths lingering on the side of the house. ewwwwwwww..!!!!!