Being Daisy, part 1

Daisy is my watchdog. If something happens to us and the girls have to make it on their own, Daisy will be the one who can get a job. Violet will have to get by on her looks. When the dog next door barks, Daisy is the one who walks up to the fence and barks back, while Violet stands on the patio and says "Yeah! You tell him!" When I hear barking outside, Daisy will be the one who noticed the frog and is telling him to get the hell out of her yard. Violet will be the one behind her going "Let me see! Let me see!"

So, when I heard barking this weekend, I assumed Daisy had discovered another frog and was giving him what for. Instead, I found this really weird bird sitting on our grill.

Seriously, what is this bird? I've never seen anything like it. Look at its eye. Doesn't it just look... wrong?

I thought the bird must be injured, since it sat there with Daisy barking her fool head off a couple of feet away, but when I tried to get a closer shot it flew off. Unfortunately, Daisy didn't see it fly away.

It's up there! Right up there! Come look!

I swear, it was right here! But I can't see it any more. Maybe if I get up there...

No, I can't see it from here... where did it go?

Having stumpy legs really sucks.

Sigh. Sometimes it's hard being Daisy.