MY CAT TOLD ME ” THERE’S A BIRD ON MY WINDOW ”

IMG_0725 THIS REALLY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH COOKING,

but I just couldn’t help myself.  IMG_0726

It must be spring. There has been a little bird flying up and down my windows for the last three days, quite to the amazement of my cats.  Of course since he is outside and they are inside cats, he is safe and they are amazed.  Maybe even puzzled.  You see, he sits in a tree or on a bannister, just outside one of four windows he has decided belong to him, and periodically swarms the window, lights on the sill and does some kind of primal flying dance up and down the window.  Katie, my brown cat, has definitely decided that it is the challenge of her life and is sure this bird is trying to steal her entire house.  I on the other hand am a little confused.  If the bird thinks it can intimidate the house in to moving out of her territory, shouldn’t it pick on something a little more it’s size?  I am sure it has built a nest near us, and that is the reason for all the scare tactics.

Last year a tiny wren built a nest under our upper deck.  It actually hatched 5 babies, up very close to the house.  Our upper porch is screened, so is the underside of the deck.  Some how she found the tiniest little space to crawl through, built a magnificent nest, and hatched those babies and we didn’t even see her until the babies got out of the nest.  It makes our cats crazy with anticipation but I enjoy seeing these tiny creatures.  It is so fresh and pure, such a beautiful reminder of the way the world is supposed to be.

I especially love to watch the films of people walking down a street or through a park and getting dive bombed by a bird.  I just can’t help myself.  I guess because it isn’t my head getting pecked, I think it’s really funny.  But if this bird in my window won’t let me out my back door, maybe I will re-think how funny I have always thought those films were.  And if my cats never get to take their daily “catnaps” I guess that’s not so funny either.  They have been exhausted each night by the time  Mrs. Birdie finally goes to roost.

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