from the jaws of
Cricket.
The day was sunny and
warm. The doors of the house were open,
screening providing fresh air to flow into the house.
I was cooking dinner
in the kitchen when I heard a cat’s loud ‘MEOW’.
Of course, I was
obligated to investigate.
Cricket sat by the
back deck door, large bird in mouth; but, still able to create a rather
boisterous, repetitive caterwauling. On
closer observation, I noticed the captive mourning dove blink an eye. I much prefer my Mourning Doves cooing lined across the top board of the wooden fence or rambling on the ground under
the bird feeder for its share of free food.
I scooped Cricket up
in my hands. She held tight to her treasure. I gently shook the ball of fur trying to coax
Cricket to open her mouth. Within seconds, I
saw a flash of bird quickly fly off into a safe direction. Soft, grey feathers floated to the deck from
Cricket’s lips. Cricket looked at me with total disregard.
Fortunately, I was around this
time to save a bird in need; but, next time?
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| My Sugar Maple exhibiting today's 2012 autumn color change - amount of color changes daily |
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