Quite a significant day of battle in the Garden War. Hamilton was surprised by a sneaky lizard attack, and jumped a foot in the air. He spent nearly half an hour digging through leaf litter and nosing through the bushes after the culprit. Then a squirrel stole an apple and had to be chased across the yard. He couldn’t get the apple through the slats in the fence, and abandoned it – stuck and hanging. He then proceeded up a tree, and from his secure perch delivered some very rude comments while scratching a persistent itch in a very insolent manner.
Into the battle sprang a tiny brown hummingbird, who has decided to press a claim to the territory. She fearlessly dove at all and sundry: dogs, squirrels, crows, and most especially other hummingbirds. She failed to notice that her supply depot had been discovered by bees, who were happily draining the hummingbird feeder, pushing each other out of the way like gluttons.
What the result of these battles would have been, I’m afraid I cannot say. The gardener appeared with a lawn mower Monster, and I had to insist that the brave heroes make a strategic retreat. It’s hard on a soldier’s pride to have to be content with giving the invader a good barking from the safety of a window! I had to distribute a treat of raw carrot as a balm to their wounded pride!
Must press on. Merry has a smelly patch of yellow on his head that must be attended to. A “friendly fire” incident, I’m afraid, only treatable with a (shhhhhh) bath. Monkey!
Grief's Journey and Garden Wars 