This morning  Katie and I were wandering around the house picking up the last bits of holiday party trash.  We both kept hearing a sound that sounded like ice scraping down the roof.  But we didn’t have ice on the roof.  Katie would bark, I’d check out the windows.  Nothing.  We’d start working again.  Then the same noise would happen and off she’d go to bark.  We’d look out all the windows.  Nothing.

Eventually we were in the kitchen and I heard the noise again.  As Katie ran off to bark I looked up.  And there, on the kitchen skylights were several mourning doves, eating birch seeds that had fallen on the glass which was covered in ice.  They were sliding down the window as they ate, then they’d flap their wings and get back to the top, then slide down again.  Silly birds!

Even more silly was the dog, who has no concept that something might be up in the ceiling!  I couldn’t get her to look up.  She just ran around growling and barking each time a bird slid down the window.  Finally I picked her up, held her chin up and when the birds flapped their wings she finally noticed.

Now she’s sitting in the kitchen staring intently up at the skylights.  On guard.   If those terrorist birds arrive again she’ll be ready!  Can’t get anything past a vigilant sheltie girl!  No siree!