Waiting, Watching, Hunting

I caught a glimpse of Gabriel’s feet as he was sitting under the old tin roof of the shop. I had to crouch down just to get this much of him in a picture.

He was watching out for birds, not hiding, but hunting.

The springtime birds have shown up en masse and the flitty movements keep the cats occupied for hours.

Chores went on without him  this morning.

Apparently bird watching is more important than keeping me company while I feed the cows in the barn.