Rabies

 We live up on the second floor of our little house/building and we have a nice little porch to go out on during the 3 1/2 nice months of the year;)

The other day the boys and I went to go outside when we were stopped short by a territory battle between a robin and a squirrel. You might think the squirrel with its bushy tale and little claws might win but let me tell you, don't mess with a mama robin (or a mama bear or a mama cow or a mama....well, you get the picture!). She has a nest in the next door neighbor's porch and Mr. Squirrel must've gotten a little too close for comfort...

Poor Mr. Sq. lost a few years off his life (how long do squirrels live anyways?) and had to take a breather after the mama lion, er, bird flew off...

 Which gave us all sorts of time to talk about rabies....which gave Daddy all sorts of time to come up with rabies jokes to torture the boys with. Boys!! (even big ones!)

I'm glad there are two of us in the house that are still sane.....