I'm a bit upset today. We had an incident with Fred last night. Our garden is usually full of birds, despite having the boy around. One of our favourites is a little round robin who is a lot friendlier than is good for him. He will land right by our feet when we are gardening, sit right at the edge of the beech hedge and talk to us and fly in and land right behind Fred the cat - as if we're all friends. I love that robin, but I have always thought he was too friendly and didn't understand the dangers. You know what's coming don't you.
Last evening I looked out of the back window and saw Fred coming out of the beech hedge with something brown and winged in his mouth. I ran out and shouted at him. I dropped his catch and I was horrified to discover that it was the robin. I tried to pick little rollie up and he came to life (birds often go into shock). He fluttered low to the ground and made his way to cover under the beech hedge followed by a very excited Fred. I had to fight to keep Fred away and eventually shut Fred indoors so he couldn't get at him.
Throughout the evening I went out to check on the robin. I let him be because I thought that he might become more stressed if I kept trying to pick him up. The last time I went out to look, he had gone. That is not to assume that he has flown off to safety, he could be anywhere of course - and we don't know what his injuries are. This morning we looked for him but no joy. I'm not sure if Fred understands that we are unhappy with him. We growled and hissed at the time, but there is no point in anything else - animal instincts and all that.
I just hope that we see rollie robin again soon.
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