Woman the Enigma
Nov. 6th, 2017 03:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyThe cat enclosure is a big net that cordons off the patio and part of the garden so His Lordship can enjoy the outdoors in safety. It keeps him in and keeps the birds out (of his reach). Usually.
I got up the other morning and looked out the kitchen window to see Alistair sitting in the middle of the patio, head swivelling wildly as he watched five sparrows fluttering from one side of the garden to the other. So many birds he didn't know which one to stalk first, poor lamb. I put him inside and opened the gates and shooed them all out.
And then I spent the rest of the day and the day after that and the day after that doing the same thing. Usually just one at a time, mostly sparrows, but also one finch. Sparrows tend to look the same, but I've noticed that one of them has a distinctive white feather on his right wing. I've had to let him out seven times over the last two days. Now when I hear a whirr of wings and metallic rattle (the sound of White Wing landing on the net), it's my signal to make sure Alistair is asleep (or pick him up if he's prowling about), open the gate and wait for White Wing to swoop out — which he does very quickly, because he's worked out where the gate is. Which is clever of him, but I'd rather he worked out how not to get in.
I got up the other morning and looked out the kitchen window to see Alistair sitting in the middle of the patio, head swivelling wildly as he watched five sparrows fluttering from one side of the garden to the other. So many birds he didn't know which one to stalk first, poor lamb. I put him inside and opened the gates and shooed them all out.
And then I spent the rest of the day and the day after that and the day after that doing the same thing. Usually just one at a time, mostly sparrows, but also one finch. Sparrows tend to look the same, but I've noticed that one of them has a distinctive white feather on his right wing. I've had to let him out seven times over the last two days. Now when I hear a whirr of wings and metallic rattle (the sound of White Wing landing on the net), it's my signal to make sure Alistair is asleep (or pick him up if he's prowling about), open the gate and wait for White Wing to swoop out — which he does very quickly, because he's worked out where the gate is. Which is clever of him, but I'd rather he worked out how not to get in.