An Ol' Broad's Ramblings
About 30 minutes ago, I heard a thud on the front window. I knew what it was…happens on occasion. A few of the ‘brighter’ birds seem to think the living room is wide open space for ‘em, and apparently, don’t see those white lines running through the glass. Hey…like I said… ‘bright’.
I went out to check to see if it was still breathing, and yep…sat there….blinking. Obviously quite stunned, but they usually manage to fly away within a short period of time. This one, however, seems to have taken up residence for the time being, and the cats are having a field day trying to get to it.
Mr Spot has been the one in attendance the entire time said bird has been attempting to recover. Of course, Rowdy checks it out every now and then, but isn’t as patient. I really do think he’s brain damaged.
Honestly, I don’t think a one of the four would know what to do with a bird if they ever caught one. Since they are strictly house cats, that ain’t gonna happen, so we will never find out. Heh. We won’t ever get the dubious honor of having a dead creature presented to us.