My Scotch terrier is the master of his domain. No bunny crosses the patio without being barked at. No cat or bird escapes the same fate.
Last night, he jumped against the arcadia door and shadow boxed with even more enthusiasm (and higher volume) than usual.
When I looked out, there was an owl sitting on the patio! I've never seen an owl anywhere other than in a tree, so assume this one must have been heat-stressed.
The owl disappeared about an hour later, but there wasn't a lot of work getting accomplished in the meantime.
There HAS to be a story in there somewhere; doesn't there?
May the Muse be kind!!
"Adjusting Entries," coming soon in: http://www.lldreamspell.com/RomanceofmyDreams.html