Copp and Daisy talk. Usually she barks at him in his own voice, but she was a little preoccupied today, it being twilight, the time of silence and nestling down for the night. 
 

Copp was taking advantage of my crepsucular preoccupation to scarf some chicken bones behind the bench and i chided him and reminded him to be social, after all we haven't seen these guys since last summa.

Where you been, Girl! I see your breast feathers are filling in nicely!