It always happens this time of year...

Around dusk, dinnertime, usually a pretty calm time in my house. Not last night! Screaching from outside startled me from my glass du jour and I knew it before I saw - the cats (Calvin & Hobbes) caught a bird. They do it in pairs - they are nothing if not a team of seasoned predators. I bolted, spilled my wine, and headed for the screaching sound of parent birds. The brave wrens were diving bombing the cats, then me. Im just glad no one has it on youTube yet.

Its always the quiet ones

Of course it was a baby bird - its feathers not fully formed, so it couldn't fly well enough. Maybe it fell from its nest. I think my little monsters climbed the tree and nabbed it though. Take heart, dear readers, Im used to this. I pounced on both cats, got the baby, got bit, then pecked some more by mad parents, and said, "Now what the Hell do I do"? Mr. Vintage dragged the shocked and wicked mad cats in the house and I was left with what to do. I put him way on top of my hill under the deep forsythia bushes. This is where the parents were now waiting. I checked several time during the evening to see if he was still there.  He was. Parents still chirping nearby.

This morning, cats needed to go out. So, up at 5am, I checked everywhere for the baby. Can't find him - parents are still there, chirping alarmingly - so I know he's somewhere close by. As do Calvin & Hobbes. I figure I may have to take him, if I find him again - put this old vintage cage to use and nurse him for another week or so until his feathers come in and he is strong enough to fly on his own. I have had to do this a few times now and am getting quite good at feeding birdies canned dog food on toothpicks every 30 minutes. Its the other end that freaks me out. aaahh Spring:)

Have a great week everyone ~ Joining these wonderful parties this week:

Faded Charm for White Wednesday
Voila @ French Cupboard
Vintage Inspiration Friday @ Common Ground
French Country Friday @ The Feathered Nest

Dee XO