A STORY ABOUT A BIRD
Appologies in advance for the poor quality of my phone's camera.
I was sitting in the living room watching rugby on the TV when there was a sudden bang coming from the kitchen. It was a strange sound though, it was as if someone had knocked on the back door or a window. I looked at the back door but didn't see anyone so I went back to watching TV. Though just before I did so my cat Cleo scuttled off outside, as she usually does. Moments later I hear my mum saying, "Where did you get that!?". Turning around I saw the tail end of my cat hiding under the table.
This chaffinch had flown into the kitchen window, my cat saw it lying on the path and thought, "I'm having that!", since she's an oppertunist little bitch after all. It had to be the case, she was only outside for about twenty seconds. Still we got it off of her and checked it out, everything seemed okay it just seemed fairly dazed what with it's impact. We placed it in a little basin to let it recover and make it a little harder for Cleo to get at it, much to her annoyance.
A good few minutes passed when there was a sudden, loud and frantic fluttering sound. I crapped myself as the bird flew over and onto the curtain rail.
This is the bird sitting on the curtain rail.
And this is Cleo pondering how to get onto the curtain rail.
This is the bird once it had flown onto the light shade.
And this is Cleo pondering how to get onto the light shade.
The bird made a good few attempts at finding a way around, bumping against the ceiling as it flapped frantically. Apparently when indoors birds can't fly down, of course it could just be that this bird was stupid, it had already proven that by smacking into the window. Cue one ginger cat running all over the furniture with it's eyes fixed firmly on the chaffinch, in the end I dragged her off and bundled her out of the room. There was much scratching at the door and mewing.
I tried to get the bird to land on a stick we had so that I could lower it to the open window. It was at this point however that something black slinked in through the window and sat on the table, looking up directly at the unlucky bird.
"I can wait..."
It was the cat from two houses down, Poppy. This picture was after I had waved the stick at her to scare her off. Of course you might have noticed that she's just sort of sitting there, the cheeky little sod sat just outside of my range with the stick. Watching and waiting for a chance.
It wasn't to be Poppy's day though, shortly after I took this picture and stepped back from the window the chaffinch managed to fly straight out the window. It was nice to see it go but by this point with the window and back door open the house was now freezing. This settled down and returned to normal, all were happy. Well. Until I opened the living room door again...
"Where is it!? Where has it gone!?"