||[Aug. 12th, 2018|09:23 am]
The cat caught a bird- and brought it into the house. He put it down on the carpet and went into a crouch a few inches away, prepared to pounce on it if it moved. I couldn't tell if it was dead or alive, but knelt down and held the cat back while Ailz made an attempt to scoop it up. That brought it back to life and it fluttered into the window embrasure and flattened itself against the wall, half hidden by the curtain. |
The rest was easy. I opened the window. It saw its chance and flew away.
"Didst thou ever see a lark in a cage? Such is the soul in the body."
He rarely catches birds. Normally they're too quick for him.
I'm glad it was able to fly away.
Max caught a young pigeon the other day. And ate it.
"And ate it". That's hardcore.
Marlowe has never eaten any of his catches. So far as he's concerned they're just toys.
He turns his nose up at any kind of food that has to be worked at.
Luckily Max is a really inept hunter. This is only the second pigeon he has ever caught, and both were already injured.
But unfortunately this means that he is very, very pleased with himself, and will not give up his prey.
My Sofia (canine) catches blackbirds all the time. Of course they're ground feeders and slow as birds go.
Marlowe is slow as cats go....
Also he's a coward. I don't think he'd be prepared to go after anything as big as a blackbird.