the nature
of
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From time to time our cat would bring
in and present to us his trophies of dead
birds. I cannot think of any other reason
why they always end up in the house lying
dead in the centre of our hallway entrance
but that he simply wants to show them off.
Today however, the bird was a smart one. It
seems to have faked death until it was left
alone then it flew off. Only problem is that
it was now in the house and therefore shut
in with the predator it desperately wanted
to escape.
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October - December 2017
It was this frantic rushing about by our
cat and desperate flapping of wings and
squeaking of a bird that caught my attention.
I do not enjoy the sight of a dead bird on
the floor of our house and I definitely would
not enjoy seeing one caught and killed in
there either. The wounded, confused bird
caused even more commotion by toppling
things over. It would attempt to land on
loose unfamiliar objects as it tried to stop
briefly to catch its breath. As it went by me
flapping and obviously tired I managed
to grab hold of our cat that was hot on its