Joe had some unexpected and rather unwelcome visitors this morning. Things are getting a little rough lately in his neighborhood. An asshole of a seagull was circling his house, screaming profanities as soon as the sun came up.
I thought he maybe called the other pigeons in for backup, but they got a little greedy with the seedy so I had to go out and regulate on Joe’s behalf.

I just better not come home one day to find a mess of orange feathers, or so help me god, I’ll be having beaks on toast.

“Dolores, I live in fear.

My love for you

is so overpowering

I’m afraid

that I will disappear.”

Oh, dear. Five days (including this one which is half over) and then it begins.

And then it ends.

Last night was {in our presence} Joe’s first snow.

It’s really really cold and his food gets icy and his water freezes.

But he did finally take a seat on the fleece blanket I have out for him. He’s, like, almost got it better than Duncan.

Aside from being outside and all….

Ah, Joe.

This is such a frustration in my life. And now it’s solved. Nature knew all along….