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... although sometimes I wish they wouldn't.
I came home yesterday to find that Tabitha had brought a bird into the house. There were soft feathers in the dining room that did not bode well. I needed to pee, so went into the bathroom, shutting out the dogs, but she zoomed in, not paying attention to me but crouching in that intent, self-conscious way cats have when they're chasing something. The bird, a bushtit, was behind the toilet, and when I reopened the door, flew out and into the study, landing on top of the corner bookshelves, where Tabitha followed it. Happily, she fell down the hole in the corner behind the shelves and couldn't get back out until I moved them. The bird, meanwhile, flew back into the bathroom, landing on the windowsill, where it fluttered and stilled, panting. I couldn't resist the chance to stroke it ever-so-lightly down its back, then opened the window and watched it dart away.
I hope it's okay.
I came home yesterday to find that Tabitha had brought a bird into the house. There were soft feathers in the dining room that did not bode well. I needed to pee, so went into the bathroom, shutting out the dogs, but she zoomed in, not paying attention to me but crouching in that intent, self-conscious way cats have when they're chasing something. The bird, a bushtit, was behind the toilet, and when I reopened the door, flew out and into the study, landing on top of the corner bookshelves, where Tabitha followed it. Happily, she fell down the hole in the corner behind the shelves and couldn't get back out until I moved them. The bird, meanwhile, flew back into the bathroom, landing on the windowsill, where it fluttered and stilled, panting. I couldn't resist the chance to stroke it ever-so-lightly down its back, then opened the window and watched it dart away.
I hope it's okay.
There's a hummingbird in my garden with a wicked sense of humour. Several times I've been down there (I go "down" the main part of my flower garden) and I've heard that unmistakeable squeak like a bushtit on steroids and it's come and posed and flashed its colours at me and of course I haven't had my camera with me. The times when I've been sitting quietly _with_ my camera ready, of course, it's nowhere to be seen. Today, I went out on the deck with my camera because I thought I heard it squeaking. A nuthatch came by - unfortunately, all I got was a beautifully focussed shot of the suet cake and a somewhat blurry shot of the bird... Then, I was standing in the doorway taking pics of sparrows (like the one you see here) and - guess who flashes by! So fast that of course I had no time to focus or do anything sensible. I swear he went "beep beep"!! Oh well, sparrows are nice. Catullus would be pleased, perhaps (or perhaps not...)