|Where ARE those birds?|
|I'll just slither down the fence...|
During the winter, I try to keep up with Betsy's leavings, but once it snows, all bets are off. With all the snow we received this winter, the leavings are worse than usual. Also, they ring the patio. Since Betsy does not like to walk where she has shat, this has produced a bit of a dilemma.
|... and clean up under the feeders before that nasty dog sees me.|