Every year when the mulberries are ripe the Azawakh morph into tree climbers, competing with the swallows and other birds to eat them greedily. Sometimes one of them leaps into the air and pulls a branch full of berries to the ground, holds it down with a foot, and the others join in for the feast. Next post. View all.
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