Hmm...the TigerWoman remains silent...

I'm being tortured, meanwhile. Tom has found some nest, it seems. He ate the first fledgling sort of quickly (on the front porch), but the last one I had to speed on its way to the great aviary in the sky (not a pleasant duty). He's in for the night and doesn't like it. (So many birds, and so little time.)

This is my least favorite part of spring.

McJulie