An introduction: Johnny the Shovel Bird: Johnny the Shovel Bird was following me as I watered on Sunday evening. It was 92 degrees, and the black cat from down the block had tried to mess with him. The other crows gave the cat what for and Johnny was in the driveway with a big case of What Just Happened? When I saw him trying to drink rivets from the flower bed, I rooted about and found the snow shovel, propped it just so, and filled it and the small plastic tote with cold water. He slid around on the shovel and then just stood with his feet in the cool water, then he did some serious drinking. This morning, he followed me up the front porch, telepathically reminding me that I possess the magic to make water anywhere, anytime. I relocated and refilled the shovel, and once again, he slid in and made himself at home. Tomorrow, I guess I’ll go find a more appropriate vessel for his bath.
Posted on: Wed, 09 Jul 2014 04:02:08 +0000
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