It's Personal

Tom went to town Tuesday cause he was bout out of cat food and hot dogs for critters. Returning he walked around the property and didn't find a clump of feathers anywhere but did find one rock outcrop where the Sharp-shinned set all day while he was gone, distinguished by a day of hawk crap. Wednesday morning Tom walks outside to feed the songbirds and the Sharp-shinned is waiting. He chases it off. Ten minutes later, it's back. Off, fifteen minutes later, back. Off, back, off, back..........17 times. It's not like he went in the back yard where Tom can only guess he's there by the way songbirds come flying around the lodge or over the roof. He came right out front and planted his butt where Tom could see him out the front window.