My dear friend Gooney got his paws wet today. It was sunny, fresh -- the sparrows have not yet lost their winter sense of immunity. They came very close, very close on the twigs of my crabapple tree.
As soon as the back door opened, G shot out. Down Mosquito Alley, which at this time of year is a canal of meltwater on a bed of ice, chilled a degree or two further by the shadow of the house. Goon -- bless him -- waded through and tried to swim under the gate.
He was caught of course, and I saw him licking his paws inside.
(Later: he was allowed to sit in the sun, on his string. Brother Bhiksu was FURIOUS. He was asleep at the time and missed his chance.)
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VERY GOOD!
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