The "17's" - Again
One morning - I went out to get the paper and here is the bulk of the 17's (you met them earlier), sitting on my porch waiting to be fed. I only fed them one time. Ever since then, whenever they see, hear, or smell me, they run down and across the street! They can be so aggressive - even chasing me into the garage. Ok dudes, that is quite enough. I have my own mouths to feed. :)
(What can I say? I was endeared to them - their mother looks just like Mama Elsa, doesn't she??) Sap, sap, sap.