[wren]

Blue belle say with her paws crissed nearly over each other. Seated on the owl door of the barn to escape dodge and dusk always battling it out for supremacy over each it could sometimes, no always, get to your head. And for some so delicate it really hurt her sometimes. As blue belle examined the coming morning as dusk faded and the sun began it's heating of the earth she simply watched and tried to take it all in. Since blue was considerably smaller than all three toms she found security in the owl door, they could certainly fit up there with her but a matter of getting to the little ledge was the hard part. She never worried about being found or her space invaded. It was the perk of being so small.

@.:Blue Wishes:.