It’s almost a daily occurrence. Missy dog and I will be in the yard and one of the local buzzards will come to visit. The buzzard will sit on top of one of the utility poles and nonchalantly groom itself. And Missy will go ballistic, barking and trying to get to it. The buzzard will ignore her, and eventually move along. And Missy will be totally worn out.
I can’t really tell whether Missy is trying to chase the Buzzard away, or just wants to play. But this strange “friendship” is an interesting routine for the both of them, and for me as I watch it. And I wonder what it is that I regularly exert a lot of energy at that makes just about as much sense as Missy barking and leaping at the Buzzard.
by Jim Hughes
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