Today, Punk decided to join in. Irene and Rebecca got fed up with being moved off the path over and over again, so they wandered off. But not Punk - oh no. She had found something really interesting to do and she was quite determined to do it.
My son was standing on the path taking pictures of our little flock to go on this blog. That didn't bother Punk, she simply scratched at the pebbles by his feet. So he bent down and gently ushered her back onto the grass with his hand. She simply made her way back and continued what she'd started. So he again gently pushed her back onto the grass. She looked very irritated, went straight back and scratched at the pebbles with a vengeance. This time when my son reached towards her to remove her from the path, she was livid! Her hackles fluffed out and she flew at him feet first, then pecked him hard on the offending hand.
|A very cross Punk|
I've said it before and I shall say it again. Do not mess with Punk!