Someone had been stealing branches from the ornamental plum tree we planted last year at the bottom of the Bray. Our forensics team scoured the ground around the tree for footprints, hoping for a hit off our database, but there were none. The list of suspects was long.
Honey B had the motive.
Willy B had the means.
George was seen in the vicinity on multiple occasions.
And wouldn’t you know, Gordo couldn’t provide an alibi for last Saturday.
One thing was clear—we were dealing with a pro.
My guess is that this tree, kindly donated by volunteer Patti (and destroyed by Rayne), is not long for this world. So I figured I should get some photos while it’s in bloom.
Here’s Mave and Willy B grooming.
And Mave returning from a walk.
Mave invited me for our usual Monday afternoon walk to the top of the Bray today. This has become one of those little rituals that I look forward to each week. But later in the afternoon, I saw that she had set off again all by herself. The only thing better than being included is knowing that she has developed the confidence to do it alone.
