Yes, that’s who I am. Garden Guard and Guru, Gazing and Grazing. And sitting on these straw compost bags is the best place to keep those birdies from eating the kiwis and also to watch out for those kitties who appear to visit my garden at night–I can smell them in the morning and I am sure they just prowl around having a great time in MY space and wishing they could get me to show my muzzle (they are boys, I think), but once, when a big black cat came sneaking over the fence and actually landed on MY terrace, I gave him what-for!!!
Don’t let my tiny body fool you, you giant Toms that come over here on MY territory. (The bags are also great claw-sharpening devices, even if they do look like colanders after I get through with them.)
I’ll bet mama’s garden shadow pic would scare the bejezus out of anyone!!!
That kitty wished he had never climbed the fence. Come to think of it, if HE can climb it, hmmm…
Oh, I see that mama put in a fence that has a barrier at the top that bends inward, so it would be really hard to get a grip, so to speak.
No problem, pas de souci, I am happy in my own back yard. As Dorothy (whoever that is) said, “There’s no place like home.”
Somehow, I don’t think those will fit me. Maybe four of them…