I heard a small commotion in the sunroom. With small dogs and cats living in this house, you get a little 'tuned in' to disturbances. I go to the sunroom, and see Blondie the Cat in full-on hunt mode: crouched low to the ground, tail very slowly swishing, eyes seemingly intent but somewhat glazed over (rather like The Hens when they are laying!). Blondie pounces, and for a moment I see a flutter of little wings! I leap into action and swat the cat and a little wee yellow finch starts fluttering wildly around the glass room! Now, did Blondie bring the little bird in, or did he find his way through the cat door? No one will ever know for sure. But Blondie's on the move again, so I grab him and throw him in the bathroom, then close the drapes on the sunroom door to try to contain the little birdie. The camera is sitting on the table, so I grab it, like a good blogger should! Didn't close the door firmly enough, 'cause Blondie's back in a moment, pushing past me. The poor little bird is just frantic! I grab Blondie again, and put him in the office, door firmly closed this time. The little bird has followed us out through the curtains and heads for the living room, where there are large patio doors. Now The Bears want to know what's going on and they start nosing around. The little bird finally settles on the floor, beside the TV in the mess of wires and cables under the legs of a plant stand. Talking softly and gently, I reach in and she let me pick her up with out much fuss. Perhaps she was tired, or perhaps she knew I was trying to help. Anyway, a short walk through the patio doors and I set her down on the wall around the patio and she flew off in a heart beat. Then I let a rather miffed Blondie out of the office, and things returned to normal here at Aagaard Farms.
Do the birds also crash into your glass doors? We leave ours to recover from being stunned, in the safety of the bird cage/feeder.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear that there was a happy outcome (sorry Blondie). I think these little birds do get tired after flapping about in a panic. Before our Flycatchers started nesting on the porch, I'd had to retrieve one from the garage. For all I know, maybe it's the same female. She'd been flying toward the garage window trying to get out, and then gave up when I walked over, and let me just pick her up! Hope Blondie isn't still mad at you for stealing his prize...
ReplyDeleteThe dear little Goldfinch is my husbands favorite and the bird most likely to produce a "Cynthia DO something!" scream from him before anything (perhaps other than our Great Pyr)when a cat or other creature threatens. They do make the day such a wonder as they spark their unique sunshine through our visual field.
ReplyDeleteI must admit that I am conflicted by them. I keep trying to eliminate all thistle on our property but it is the seeds of that nasty thistle that draws the lovely brilliant yellow acrobats to our property. There is something so unfair about balance sometimes.
Cynthia; glad to hear from you - you haven't blogged for a while. We adore the birds; they so brighten our snowy winter. And yes, Elephant's Eye, the do occasional crash into the glass - but I do keep some containers in front of the stationary door, which seems to help. And Curbstone, Blondie tried to curl up with me while I was on the computer this afternoon, so i guess he's over it! It's amazing how easily I picked her up but she must have bee tired by then. Don't know why I thought it was a 'she' but I think the males are a little brighter in colour!
ReplyDeleteWhat a very sweet and well told story! We have rescued little birds outside and it is amazing how they will allow us to handle them ever so gently, like they know we are on their side. Good blogger indeed to grab the camera in all the commotion! :-)
ReplyDeleteFrances
An enjoyable tale with a happy ending. Made me smile :)
ReplyDeleteLaura x