We have a lot of geese on a couple of our sites, and they've also moulted their primary feathers, so they can't fly. I have to confess that it's sometimes fun to chase them around the joint, just to see them flap their temporarily stubby wings.
Mr. Suspicious Bunny was back. I was unable to obtain a photo, although Lucy displayed tremendous cunning, watching nonchalantly until the bunny was close enough to reach within the extent of the run, and then RUN RUN RUN AT THE BUNNY trying to give him an aneurysm.
So Lucy is not covering for the bunnies, after all. She only needs some sunglasses that she can remove meaningfully at appropriate moments.
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So, going on a gruesome killing spree is what we call "investigating" now?
The feathers, my god, the feathers!
There's a ton of them on the other side of the road up by the fish ponds, too.
A complicated crime scene. But the witnesses refuse to speak with us.
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Did you remove your glasses while uttering a catchphrase? Because I have learned from my telebision that that often helps in mystery-solvin'.
I'd be suspicious of any special agent whose name is an anagram of "death."
We just re-canvassed the area.
Interviews with a deer and a turtle were sought, but both ignored our requests and fled the area.
Deer and turtle are now regarded as suspects (or co-conspirators, at any rate).
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So, going on a gruesome killing spree is what we call "investigating" now?
The feathers, my god, the feathers!
Did you catch the quillers?
We have a lot of geese on a couple of our sites, and they've also moulted their primary feathers, so they can't fly. I have to confess that it's sometimes fun to chase them around the joint, just to see them flap their temporarily stubby wings.
we were keeping an eye on a suspicious bunny in our backyard earlier. Lucifer seems to be covering for him.
You want I should bring bunny in for questioning?
A mugshot and a statement ought to be enough for now, zrm.
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New Apple ad:
Theda: Woof!
Siri: Yes, how can I help you Theda?
T: Woof!
S: Your appointment to wake thunder is set for dog o'clock.
T: Woof!
S: Yes, it is flocking season, there should be geese at the lake.
T: Woof woof!
S: Thunder is scheduled to buy Clamato at 10 AM. I will add Snausages to his shopping list.
T: WOOF!
S: I am not cleaning up your poop. I do not have hands.
A complicated crime scene.
Seems pretty simple. Geese explode. It happens.
The science of feather splatter analysis is still in its infancy.
Hitchcockian.
Dog o'clock was before 6 A.M. this morning, he explained.
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FYI...
ORBS!!!
LOL! That was hilarious. ;)
((Hugs))
Laura
well this certainly chases the blues away!
Are you sure this isn't a Red Herring?
Red Heering.
Silly gooses.
Mr. Suspicious Bunny was back. I was unable to obtain a photo, although Lucy displayed tremendous cunning, watching nonchalantly until the bunny was close enough to reach within the extent of the run, and then RUN RUN RUN AT THE BUNNY trying to give him an aneurysm.
So Lucy is not covering for the bunnies, after all. She only needs some sunglasses that she can remove meaningfully at appropriate moments.
Good Dog!
Rabbit may Run, but Lucy will bring him to justice.
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Just ask the lake who did it.
You sure do! A great dog too! This is what my weekend will be all about! Relax, relax and relaxing more! :)
Lovely bit a' nature you got 'ere. Shame if somethin' were to 'appen to it. An' if you keep your bills shut, nothin' will.
Just ask the lake who did it.
You can't base a successful prosecution on aquatic ceremonies or on the testimony of some watery bint lying in a pond.
Such a handsome (pawsome?) dogtective!
Wow! Is it molting season? Nature can be so violent :)
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