I am starting to suspect a conspiracy against my boy. It began with the wagtail. Normally, I like the wagtail, but it leads my boy astray and into the path of moving cars. Why is it always there, temptingly on the other side of the street, when I let him out on the morning? Could it be a trap? Do the crows from their high nests watch for the moment when I put his collar on and reach for the keys? Has there been a tweeting from the time the shutters are folded back; a synchronising of feathers; birds taking up positions oh so casually to funnel him into danger; blackbirds on high branches; pigeons perilously close to the main road; the wagtail diagonally across from the front door by the blind corner.
So I shepherd him into the garden, and hope he stays there and that the birds roll up their plans and fly out of his reach in safer environment.
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Pippi is supposed to explore the back garden but always wants to escape out at the front….
So difficult. I hope the pair of them survive their careless youth.
Parental angst…..been there/done that…..not easy!
Pam
I wish we could instill some Buddhist zen into their lives about coexisting with birds 😀
Nice thought. But i think it’s like my relationship with cheese; I want to eat it.
I want to eat cheese too but not suppose to. Not Cat wants birds but better if he doesn’t. They are quite a temptation~cheese for me, birds for Not Cat.