Duncan Helps in the Garden

It's finally beginning to feel like spring (as long as you ignore the snow in the forecast for tomorrow) so Duncan and I have started cleaning up the garden. Mostly this involves cutting down the dead grasses that we leave standing over the winter.

Not, of course, Duncan's hideaway. I wouldn't dare cut that down! In fact, I'm not sure what to do about that clump...

But there are other clumps of the same grass that he's less interested in. He sat firmly in front of them as I worked, but obligingly shifted over slightly whenever I needed to cut where he was sitting:

I wonder what he's got in his beard this time?