He was checking the outdoors for any stray aliens passing by and found himself nose to nose with a myopic young mourning dove.
He tried head-butting the glass, surely leaving him with a view of the galaxy and he made those funny throaty cat sounds, but his mission failed.
Little Mister Dove continued to gaze at his bird world without actually taking note of his adversary.
Go play with your toy mice Harry. You can win at that.
1 comment:
Poor Harry, thwarted again. Lucky dove!
I can see your forget-me-nots in the garden....I always remember how many there were ina and around Waterloo when I visited in May. So nice!
Beautiful writing on your previous post!
Ms. Graysea was birdwatching when I was just home for lunch!
The best to you!
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