This morning I was walking my dog, Hamish Macbeth.
( Say Hi To Hamish Macbeth Everybody)
As it happens I had to do the Poop Patrol thing and was about to bag his little ( well… maybe NOT so little) pile of oopsie, when I saw this.
A beautiful, delicate, little blue jay feather sitting atop a patch of… oh heck I forget what it’s called.
I took the picture and then Hamish looked down at what I was looking at and he reached down and ate the feather.
I think he may have whizzed on the plant too after he ate the feather. I don’t know for sure. I was facepalming myself.
It’s wonderful and cruel…and at times pretty darn hilarious.