Mother Nature loves Nebraska. I know this because just when you think you can’t take another minute of the cold, blustery, snowy, drizzly, sleety weather, we get a few days where it warms up. For example, two weeks ago, Tuesday, it was 6 degrees and last Tuesday, it was 59 degrees.

These warm days are the promise of Spring yet to come. On a glorious sunny day, Mummy will afford me the luxury of talking our daily stroll, sans sweater (Doesn’t she realize I’m already rocking a fur coat .. but that’s a rant for another day!). When it’s balmy and beautiful like that, some of the neighborhood fauna will emerge from their winter dens to catch a few rays and warm their bones.

Including the neighborhood robin. While he’s no friend of mine, he’s no more endeared himself to Dad, what with the constant need to fend off other robins that are of perceived danger by dive bombing the windows. Silly robin is merely attacking his own reflection. In an effort to dissuade that darn bird from continually bombarding the house and making me very nervous in the process, Dad has installed these rather large, rather ominous looking owls.

As you can see, the deterrent factor is valueless as the robin isn’t the least bit afraid.

According to our next door neighbor, Eric Newman … what we need is a meaner looking owl.