Polly has a thing about robins. There’s a pair nesting in the fir tree by my patio, and they’re bringing worms and bugs back and forth, so Polly’s been in a bit of snit. I don’t know if she hates the robins, or if she wants to be friends with them, or if she just wants them to magically fly into her mouth. Whatever it is, when she sees a robin, she makes the most amazing chattering sound. It’s half meow and half wacky-assed monkey bark. So all day today, as the robins were flitting back and forth and periodically landing in and around the patio, Polly would suddenly break into her very own call of the wild.
red paper boat 