Whether it's laying eggs in all the wrong places or disappearing for days at a time,
Twelve has a knack for causing trouble.
Now she's figured out how to sneak onto the porch,
leaving her sisters behind to wonder how they can get over there
and share in whatever delicacies the feral beast has left at my doorstep.
And by delicacies, I mean dead lizards.
Peach: Bitch never shares.
I'd never caught Twelve in the act and was just as curious as Peach and Ten
as to how she was getting access to the porch.
Oh, look. Another delicacy – squirrel paw.
As for those thirteen eggs Twelve hid under the bush...
I cracked one open this week and it smelled very bad, so I did the freshness test
on the rest of them (place egg in bowl of water, if it stays at the bottom = good, if it floats = bad).
Every single one was a floater, which surprised me because the last time this happened,
all 26 of the hidden eggs were still fresh. But that was October and this is August.
Another reason to dislike summer.