The Bird is the Word

This weekend, we went to Topeka to visit Mom and Dad and Chili. While there, we got a call from the taxidermist who was stuffing the pheasants that Dad and the Golden Boys slayed over Thanksgiving at Ravenswood. The bird looks great. We brought it home and put it on the top of one of our cabinets facing the great room. So, the bird (who remains un-named) is visible from both the great room and the kitchen. Blue is just beside himself. I'm not sure if he's scared of the bird (who I'll just call Ted for the moment) or if he wants to rip Ted to shreds. Regardless, he is CONSTANTLY eyeballing Ted from every area of our house. Of course, we egg him on, but it is hilarious to watch. "Blue, where's your bird? Where's your bird, Blue?"