When it’s cold, lie in the sun.
There’s a world of Truth in that.
this week in bird-watching
In the world of the super unusual, we have three gigantic Cooper’s hawks that have settled into the backyard and called it their new stomping ground.
John thinks they’ve nested just over the fence in the dense woods, and we just can’t see where. They sit along our back fence, looking for rabbits, I suppose.
The other day, one of the hawks caught a rabbit just as I let Otis outside.
It was like a Keystone Cops comedy — the hawk swooped; the rabbit shrieked; Otis pounced; the rabbit escaped. And the hawk was pissed off all day.
It made me think of this:
who’s your daddy, Otis?
This is Otis. He’s a funny dog — likes to have his picture taken. Seriously.
He poses.
Anyway, we’ve always thought he was a mutt with a lot of lab mixed in there, but he has such a charming demeanor and personality that we decided to have that DNA test done to discover what kinds of breeds contribute to his sweet gentle nature.
The results are back, and here’s the scoop:
Lab mix with American Stafford Terrier mix
also in his parentage: Kerry Blue, Border Terrier, Dogue de Bordeaux, Pharaoh and American Eskimo Dog
I think he’s just a Ham.
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