Daddy Will Do It

This morning Robert grabbed a struggling bird from the cat’s mouth. He placed the bird on the screened balcony to give it a chance to recover away from the cat’s attention. Sad to say, the bird did not perk up and after a few hours it died. Robert gave the bird a decent burial.

My father was the only one capable of picking up mousetraps and disposing of them after they had done their work.

Robert has dug graves for several of our dogs and placed them gently in the ground. He drove many miles with an anxious mother cat and her brand new kittens when we made a move from Berkeley to Santa Rosa.

We just expect dads to do things like this for us. Thanks and happy Father’s Day.