One of the ferals I trapped last summer has become something of a food critic, and a demanding one at that. Anna is a regular at my feeding station and has been known to verbally give me a piece of her mind if I don't feed her timely enough.
Last November was pretty warm so I had the windows cracked as I cooked Thanksgiving dinner--a turkey, of course. Well, it wasn't long before Anna was outside my window yowling up a storm. She got the giblets that weren't added to the gravy.
This Easter I made a ham. It was cold and I normally wouldn't have opened the windows but the smoke from th oven set off the detector (Good to know it works!). So I opened the windows to air the place out.
Now the smoke wasn't caused by the ham burning--the cheese from the potatoes au gratin bubbled over and burnt--but the smell of the ham was unmistakeable. But no Anna. She either didn't much care for the glaze I used or prefers turkey to ham. Sounds like barbecue season's going to be interesting....
Last November was pretty warm so I had the windows cracked as I cooked Thanksgiving dinner--a turkey, of course. Well, it wasn't long before Anna was outside my window yowling up a storm. She got the giblets that weren't added to the gravy.
This Easter I made a ham. It was cold and I normally wouldn't have opened the windows but the smoke from th oven set off the detector (Good to know it works!). So I opened the windows to air the place out.
Now the smoke wasn't caused by the ham burning--the cheese from the potatoes au gratin bubbled over and burnt--but the smell of the ham was unmistakeable. But no Anna. She either didn't much care for the glaze I used or prefers turkey to ham. Sounds like barbecue season's going to be interesting....
