Running dialogue MM174

Eek! this morning I stepped on a regurgitated bird on the carpet. What made it worse is that I had nothing on my feet.
 
And it squelched between my toes.
 
Taz is the culprit.
 
Yes, this is the season of wee birds, especially those fragile bits of life that tumble out of their nests, tasty morsels for waiting cats.
 
I caught him stalking something rustlng in the biushes and blipped him seconds before he leapt. Fortunately he was too late.
 
 

Thanks to SkiMe for hosting mono Monday Running dialogue and introducing us to the photographer Joel Meyerowitz.