Bird dramas

In two years my wee ones have gotten their little paws on one bird each, and today they raised their quota with 100%.

This morning, while I was sitting quietly in front of my computer, I suddenly saw something in the corner of my eye. Zetti, walking around proudly in the living room, with a tiny little bird in her mouth. Bitch!

Without panicking, well almost, I rushed to close all the doors to the other rooms. There shall be no half-dead birds in my bed. Then I had to chase her out on the balcony, make her drop her prey and quickly shove it into the neighbours garden. It was unfortunately dead.

Then, in the afternoon, while I was just expecting a guest, being busy preparing glasses and sweets in the kitchen, Zina rushed to the balcony. I was quick enough to close the balcony door, and got out there trying to get her to drop the birdie. Another very small one. Zina is more persistent than her sister, but eventually I succeeded. Turned out the birdie was still alive, but probably scared out of its wits, and with difficulties to get away. Finally it flew out from under the windows into the nearest tree. I was very relieved.

Just after, my guest arrived and after having duly admired the new sofa, we proceeded on to the balcony for our well-deserved drink. It was then she saw it. The wee bird who just got away, was again on the balcony, sitting in my plant, quivering. How stupid is that? You have just survived, escaping the enemy, then come back for more?

Fortunately my friend is much more bird-friendly than I, so she took the shivering wee one into her hands and released it into the garden. A few hours later it had disappeared, so I hope it survived. I'm thinking those were both baby birds, who still haven't learned how to behave in nature. Flying into my balcony, with two cats, how stupid is not that?