ON the FENCE

 Snow is melting. Attention turns to the fence.Everything that moves, flies, purrs, woofs, goes to the fence it seems. Sun is out.It's warm ,warm.

 This scene is no more more. Lasted one day. Then the warm west coast winds and sun melted it into oblivion.  Untouched photo, by the way. It sort of just took itself.  I just stood there and almost didn't take it, thinking it wouldn't come out.
 Back to the fence. There is another cat . Been around for a while. Lives on the street behind. Tuxedo.  Sits on the fence, out of reach of the melting snow.

 The snow that barracaded us in on the hill. No cars. No plows. Just snow.  Imagine trudging up and down this with groceries, bags and bags of garbage, recycling, donations for Sally Ann, including an old ironing board you could have used as a ski....

 Imagine seeing this every snowy morning. Smokey. Usually Spencer is there. Smokey and his gold eyes, pressed up against the kitchen window. "Hallloooooo, hallooooooo....snack?"

 Imagine Currier and Ives type scene in the neighbourhood. Right outside your door. No plow. Again.

 And a distant cousin who came to visit for the afternoon. Didn't stay long. Said she was melting away. We should all look that good.
  And the Varied Thrushes. Skads of them. Hanging from branches. When everything is in leaf, or bloom, they won't be so easy to see...they have great camo.....

  Tuxedo cat has discovered sitting on the fence he/she can stay out of Spencer's way, but still appreciate the birds at a distance. Smart cat.
 But , cats and all,  Thrushes seem to be thriving. So far, no other cat has gone after them. I don't think. Unfortunately, you can't blame the cats. It's instinct.  It's the way it is.

 

 
 Oblivious Thrushes  seem to like the fence best. Perched high. Enough to see  dawn over the trees.Dawn comes earlier ever day...hard to catch.

 And the doggie behind, could finally see over the fence to see Smokey.

                 Woof woof. Woof.  WOoooooof. Smokey just laughs at him. Big tease.

 Eventually, Smokey and Spencer came back to the house. One to flop, one to stand on the fence near the kitchen window and peer in.

One who looks like he owns the place. Can't take a step outside without a cat underfoot.....

   
                                        So, between the Thrushes.........................

                       and the cats..................and the dog....and the fence
                                   and the sunrises..................and the melting snow, it looks like we're just about back to normal.........................