In this world of ours, every believer must be a spark of light,
a center of love, a vivifying ferment for the mass;
and it will be that all the more as, in the depths of his being,
he lives in communion with God.
Pope John XXIII
(Julie Cook / 2018)
This is what happens when both time and berry picking get out of hand…
One of the two starts to ferment…and everything seems to simply…
well, go to hell in a handbasket from there…
And it’s all because the alcohol starts flowing…
Frist the squirrels become brazen…
They stealthily emerge from the security of the woods and boldly skirt across the
large, very open, expanse of yard.
“Hawks be damned” is their day’s battle cry…as they raise their tiny glasses…
all because the bubbly is starting to flow…
Yet the mockingbird, king bird of the yard, is none too keen to share
his private stash of hooch…
Notice very carefully in the lower left of the bush and you’ll see the hidden usurper.
The culprit in which the mockingbird is loudly raising havoc over.
Too bad I didn’t video this melee allowing you to both hear and see the ruckus and the clamoring
taking place between the squawking bird and the barking squirrel…
one protecting while the other usurping…
Now throw in both cats who are merely, and might I add intensely curious, bystanders…
wondering why they have been excluded from this soiree.
But wait…
Is that a rabbit now making tracks across the wide open and dangerous field??
And is his tiny glass empty as well…
Too much of a good thing is really never a good thing…
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