Looked out the window this afternoon upon hearing some loud squawking, just in time to see the girls, en masse, chase our neighbor's cat back onto their porch. And then they promptly made a mad dash for the questionable freedom of the street.
Our little girls have guts.
No brains, but lots o' guts.
Yesterday I spied Winnie going toe to toe with a flicker. The flicker flew off first. Atta girl, Win.
