She sits in my lap, looking so calm, snuggling into me so cuddly and warm.
Our views are of mountains and the west-setting sun.
Phoebe, her name is, but she doesn’t know she is a dog.
As she sees the birds, she sits upright and starts to flap her paws.
The ravens fly to their roost every evening, some single file, while others are in groups.
A visit by an eagle inspires no fear.
Mr. Robin is a treat but does not signal spring.
Afraid of the bully Crows? No way!
They gather on the road early in the morning,
and fuss when she comes out to perform the morning walk!
The majestic Raven struts his stuff!
But in the end, she decided she could have as much fun as these birds as she runs freely!
Life Gets Better 