That bluebird was wicked!
We made certain we didn’t go near his hill when we rode.
One of the hummingbirds here would sit outside the window and stare at the cat.
The cat, wimp that it is, would shiver and cringe.
Nevermind the glass between the two.
Those hummingbird beaks look sharp. Gregory used to stab wasps that approached his feeder. Maybe the cat knew something....