Happy New Year! This morning Miss Marble can running through the back door with a bird. Of course, she ran through the kitchen, under the dining room table and into the study where she dropped it. I screamed for Mark and then she picked it back up and ran into the entry hall and dropped it at the bottom of the stairs where she began plucking the feathers off of it. Blech. And I scream again for Mark. What does he do? He grabs the camera and starts taking pictures.