It is I, Chance the most handsome blogging Border Collie in all of Minnesota. I love laying in the snow bank, I curl up some afternoons and just watch the comings and goings in my yard.
I check out the bird feeders from time to time. The past few days the birds have been feeding like crazy.
Yesterday one little bird hit the window, even though Far Side has pretty stuff hanging in them..a few birds manage to fly into the windows every year.
Sometimes they are goners..you know NRTS code one. NOT REPAIRABLE THIS STATION. Sometimes they are just in shock and if Far Guy picks them up and holds them gently they will recover and fly away.
Sometimes they are NRTS code one with their eyes open..so you can never really tell..but this one was breathing..breathing is a good sign.
If you can turn your little head to look at Far Side trying to take a picture of you..you are probably not NRTS code one either.
Oh, it was pathetic looking. Was it going to croak right there before our six eyes ( me and Far Guy and Far Side). I suppose Far Side would have bawled..nothing worse than women bawling especially over a bird that can’t tell the difference between the sky and a window.
I did what any good Border Collie would do..I tried to herd the bird and he flew away. He landed in a branch high in a tree.
I handled the Chickadee crisis perfectly..Border Collie style:)