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.
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.