I Blame it on the Robin

Whatever happened to spring? The monsoon stopped and summer entered. Monday afternoon the girls and I actually got to be outdoors to enjoy the long lost sun but it was short lived. Why you ask?

It was not the weather that drove us in. Even now, I am not 100% sure as to what but I’m thinking it was the robin. While weedy the fence line my youngest furry child came running to me in fear and this is what I think took place.

”Mouse what is wrong, what has scared you?” I said looking down at my little furry one. Who by now, was trying her best to climb my leg.
”The robin mommy, the robin.”
“The robin, that little bird in the tree with the exorcist like head movements? Why does the robin scare you?”
”She is an evil bird mommy, she said she is friends with the squirrels.”
”The squirrels?” Aloud I giggled but was thrown for a loop. “Bamba and you chase the squirrels, why does this bother you?”
”That is what the evil bird said mommy, we chase the squirrels. I won’t do it anymore, make her go away.” shaking in her paws I could see Mouse was serious.
”Mousie, exactly what did the evil bird tell you?” must get to the bottom of this.
”She said we chase the squirrels, it scares her babies and yesterday when we chased the squirrel it almost dropped its nut on her babies. She is tired of cleaning up squirrel poop every time we scared them, Mommy that bird is evil.”
”Mouse how does protecting her babies make that evil? I do the same for you. Calm down and tell me exactly what the deranged bird said.”
“She said if we did not stop chasing the squirrels she would fill our water bowl with Chamomile and put us to sleep.”
”And… that is not evil.”
”Well, she said while we slept she would pluck all our hair out, build a furred lined nest and then call the squirrels in.”
”She is not going to pluck your hair out. What about the squirrels?”
”They don’t have tails. Mommy, she said squirrels don’t have tails! The robin said squirrels get their tails from bad dogs that chase them. That for years robins have let squirrels eat from the bird feeder to identify bad dogs, then put the bad dogs to sleep, take what fur is needed for their nest and let the squirrels have the rest for their tails. Squirrel wigs Mommy; I don’t want to be a squirrel wig.”

Whether the conversation actually took place or not, I’m not sure; something in the back yard scared my dogs. I can only assume it was the robin and her threat of becoming a squirrel wig.

Happy Hump Day my lovely peeps!
Peace…

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