|The black cat
|On my way to the house I met
Plymouth Rock hen
, with her family. She only has twelve baby chickens now. The
say the other one she did have died of
because I gave it too many baths for its health. When I came to the house one of the cats, a black one, was sitting on the doorstep. I have not friendly feelings for that
big black cat
Day before the day that was yesterday
I saw him kill the mother hummingbird. He knocked her with his paw when she came to the nasturtiums. I didn't even speak to him.
Center for Electronic Studying, University of Oregon.
February 6, 2003.