Death sets his coffee cup down and mutters: "Damnit, I almost miss that troop of misfits." (Misfits smile in appreciation)
Nice job of tracking on that Black Sow, almost makes a feller wish he had a sickle/scythe to fight his way in/out. Almost wonder if she heard you coming for her and turned to face you before falling over dead.
Love that one-shot anchor at the feeder too. The stanky leg was in over-drive there. That little feller jumping all over, he had some fight in him.
Welcome back... now, sharpen your sickle and scythe Death ! LOL