Pete loves chasing feathers on a stick. Loves it. Begs for it all day long.
And when he catches the feather, he grips it in his teeth, lies down, rolls over onto his back and holds perfectly still, eyes wide open and staring at nothing. After a few seconds, he’ll sit up, take a step or two in some random direction, then the lie back down with the feather in his teeth. And he’ll keep doing this until I stop tugging on the string.
Master gave Petey clothes. Now Petey is free!
I like to post this one every few autumns…
Nikon N80, 28-80mm, Kodak E100
This happens everyday. And it always leads to a fight.
I usually have a trail camera posted down by the stream at the bottom of our hill, just to see what kind of critters live down there. I’ve seen coyotes, foxes, raccoons, house cats, dogs, crows, people, lots of deer, lots of squirrels.
This month, I got three pics of this squirrel making this same leap:
And, a flock of wild turkeys came by one morning:
Pete hates the vacuum, so he’s hiding behind this candle on our back porch.