Wednesday, July 28, 2010
This gal didn't mind her close-up at all.
I caught Linus nipping at her wings (notice the bite out of the right side). Linus is orange and white. He comes sauntering out of nowhere when you sit on the front porch just to get a rub. And he knows he'll get one. I can't resist. He likes to lie under the crepe myrtles out back to watch the chickens and flick his furry tail. Once in awhile, if it's not too hot, he'll give 'em a good chase, but he wouldn't hurt a feather (only a dusty wing). He spends more time in our garden than in his own. The kids shout his name and lunge for him every time they catch a glimpse of his bright, soft fur through the bushes. He knows better than to stick around for their "caresses", but is more than happy to pause for mine.
The best part? He's not ours. Thanks single neighbor guy, for lending us a pet.