There was so much to keep track of on my cul-de-sac patrols this weekend! Everytime I go out, there is something new requiring my utmost attention. As I was going around the round end, I was greeted by these tiny, long woofies. Mom called them weaner dogs. WEANER DOGS! Aren't they something you eat? Their owners, a nice couple with a new gurgly tiny human, chated with Mom. They actually have three of these funny woofies! These two are Princess and Lucky. They are actually very sweet, and don't scare me at all.
As I continued around, I found this shell. Mom said it was an egg shell, and that the bridies with all the cool feathers hatch out of these. Can you imagine? How does their mom and dad keep from playing with these neat round things and breaking them? I think that is what happened to this one, Mom bird just finally couldn't restrain herself, and started rolling it around the nest, and then, plop, right down to the ground. Mom said not to be too sad, this one came from one of the many pigeons that hang around. They lay their eggs all over, and not in very safe places, so the neighborhood finds these broken eggs everywhere.
I think Mom bird just needs a fun toy, so she doesn't have to play with her egg.