So the other day I noticed that Trixie was standing under the smaller almond tree, staring up into the branches with a hopeful look on her face and wagging her tail.  Apparently she thought she had treed something.  I went out to find out what she was looking at.  A couple of crows were in our big silk floss tree and the neighbor’s evil eucalyptus, cawing and chattering and generally making an enormous racket, so I thought maybe there was a baby crow in the tree.  But no, there was nothing at all; Trixie was staring eagerly at a completely unoccupied branch.  No baby crow, no squirrel, nothing.  Yet she was convinced there was something there, even when I bent the branch down to show her it was empty.

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