Everyone knows I love birds.  Love 'em.  The bigger the better.  And guess what?  Now I have my very own bird cage.  How lucky am I?

See, here's what happened.  The boss ma'am got some strawberry plants.  She likes plants and she likes strawberries.  She also likes birds, but not enough to share her strawberries with them.  So she has the boss man construct this huge-ugly plastic thingy to keep the birds out.  (Honestly I don't know if it was designed to be huge-ugly, but that's the way it turned out.)  Only it doesn't work very well.  The birds go in and out and eat her strawberries.  The boss ma'am  is not pleased.

But lucky for her we are helpful dogs.  We will catch the birds!  As it happens, birds get a little wonky in the head when they are in the huge-ugly plastic thingy and 3 dogs are on the outside, trying to figure out how to get in.  And wonky-headed birds can't find their way out.  Behold the bird cage!  WhooLoo! 

Spring was the first one to find her way in and snatch the bird.  Too bad she didn't get a good grip on it or we could have had a blackbird baked in a pie.  The boss ma'am went into her Shrieking Harpy mode which would scare open the jaws of a bear trap.  Or the jaws of a Spring.  So the bird gets away, the boss ma'am still has no strawberries. 

But I have a bird cage!  And I managed to snag a strawberry today.  What could be better?