I'm a little purturbed with Mom, today, since she keeps calling me an Atlanta driver! I follow her everywhere she goes and she says that I always pull out in front of her and go very slowly...just like an Atlanta driver! Poppy's mom here: Poppy, you know, you could just follow me instead of being in the lead. When I'm on my way through the house, I usually have a purpose for going where I'm going and it makes it kind of difficult when a hairy Aire-girl steps in front of me and moves at a snail's pace. Poppy here: But, Mom, I'm just trying to keep you from going so fast that you hurt yourself! And what's up with calling me an Atlanta driver?
Mom here: Atlanta drivers are famous for pulling out in front of me and driving about 5 miles per hour when the speed limit is 55 mph. Then they weave all over the road so I can't pass them...just like you do! Of course, if I run into YOU, it isn't as big of a deal as if I ran into a real Atlanta driver. Now...do you understand why I call you that? Poppy: Well, no, but whatever! Let's talk about the birdies!These next two pictures are of our Bluebirds, Mason and Mena, when they come to the table to eat meal worms. Sorry they are kind of dark...Mom took the pictures from inside the house and it was early evening so they aren't very bright.