keel … rescue … a-da bull … Bulbul!
We keep (too many) rescue cats. We feed and encourage birds. There is a conflict, there, and inevitably the cats will nab one. Particularly with chicks, where the warning systems we have fitted to all cats will not be enough.
The other day yells from Much Better Half alerted me to the fact that Pearl had scored. I dashed out to see her crossing the cottage lawn, bird in mouth. As soon as she saw me she zoomed up the wall to the lawn on the next level, with me dashing round to try and catch up with her. Fortunately at that juncture Amber intercepted her and they started a discussion on ownership. Pearl opened her mouth to make a point and the pathetic little bundle of feathers fell and simply lay there.
I seized opportunity … and the chick … snatching it from under their noses. The looks I got from both felines should have shrivelled me in my tracks.
Anyway, I found a shoe-box and placed the bird in it to recover from the shock, at least, before I inspected for damage and while I found and cleaned our cage kept for such events. In due course the bird was in the cage and had recovered enough to sit on my finger while I looked it over. I decided it was nearly at nest-leaving stage, and wondered what it fed on. Amazingly, it seemed completely uninjured. Pearl had been carefully preserving it for an hour or so of entertainment.
I was trying to identify it (juveniles are difficult) and had abandoned bird books in favour of looking up the number of Centre for Rehabilitation of Wildlife (C.R.O.W.) when baby found his voice and solved the problem for me. ‘Mommy! Daddy!’ he shouted in shrill trills, and kept it up insistently.
Next moment Younger Daughter reported that the parents were responding, and trying to get into the house to join their offspring. They were definitely bulbuls, which would have solved the problem had we needed to do any feeding, but I resolved to test the mobility of the bird first. YD jumped the gun, to my slight annoyance. She put it into a tree instead of on the lawn (for me to take pictures if it could fly or recapture if it couldn’t). Baby kept up calls and parents were swooping around with agitated cries throughout the operation. It was all quite a frantic scene.
Anyway, baby headed into the tree very briskly, and my attempts to record the departure and the welcome from Mom (or Dad) were limited to this glimpse of parent on left and baby on right.
I think I can in days since recognise the youngster as being one back near the cottage lawn that takes off at speed at the very inkling of a tinkling of a kitty-bell.
Well done, now get rid of the cats or keep them in cages, 👿
I didn’t know you were a Yank thought you were South African, mom??? mommy??? ugh
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Neither birds nor cats are caged by us any longer. Both must take their chances.
Yank? Mommy? That means the Royal Family are Yanks. Prince Charles uses the term to the Queen. Evah so British, ectualleh!
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he’s say mummy always just that you think he has a plum stuck in his gob.
Well you need to train the cats or send them back to Kruger and see how they go there with real cats .
Had I ever mentioned that I am a dog person? 😈 🐻
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You’re right; I forgot he was Egyptian!
Our Cassie is exactly like a Kruger wildcat. The thing is, you can’t train cats. They are far too intelligent to allow that to happen.
From one of my very early verses written as a kid:
And other people tell you that
When tricks you try and teach your cat,
You’d do as well to teach the mat! —
The cat is stupid; mulish!
‘Compare,’ they tell you, ‘Man’s Best Friend,
Who hopefully ‘begs’ on his end.’
(A stupid way one’s time to spend!)
The dog thus works to get his food;
The cat does not; I won’t be rude,
But which is the most foolish?
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The cat obviously!
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You’re just being dogged.
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Yes 😀
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A happy ending! That’s a treat.
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Depends on point of view. The cats were not exactly thrilled!
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He definitely learned a very hard lesson!
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Definitely! And to see the speed with which he now skedaddles at the merest glimpse of a cat, he learnt it well.
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Very well done that man! I love happy endings.
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Well, Amber and Pearl were not too thrilled at the outcome!
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