It was such a beautiful morning... Then at just before noon, my other half Mike (who doesn't like birds), calls me bawling uncontrollably. I couldn't understand a word and had to convince him to take a breath. He was hysterical... a dog pushed the garage door open and made fast fun of all of our little darling girls. Daisy, Dinka, Pocahantas, the St. Bernard Twins, Sundae and DeVille are no longer our companions. I rushed home from the store and he had found Nona in a corner. She has a couple minor puncture wounds, but she'll heal. He was still crying. At least we still have our little Weeble to. She has wry-neck and was saved from the massacre because she lives in the house with us right now. I'm gonna miss gardening with my girls SOOO much....sigh. Just had to let my sorrow out.... Mike cries, I vent... Thank You for listening.