Darcy - the face of a (near) killer
Todays garden adventure turned into a thriller because I stalked and caught a birdie. It was for Mrs H so I took it straight to her with a gurgling growl. She totally over-reacted, wrenched apart my jaws (I was giving the birdie to her anyway so no need for that!), and then grabbed me back by the tail rather roughly as the birdie shot up and away .. I could have got it again if she hadn't done that! I was then brought inside when I wanted to be OUTSIDE. I have shouted my head off and stalked every window since to get my message across.
[Comment from Mrs H: the birdie was a beautiful Goldfinch. I think it was un-injured but I hope it survived the shock that is Darcy]
.. and where was the brother during this commotion? Where do you think?
(its cold out there after all!)