The cat was sitting proudly at the front door with what appeared to be a brown very dead thing in it's mouth. I thought Oh shit as the cat scuttled away. Then I heard a squeak in the general direction of the cat. I have to say what ever he had caught I really thought was a gonner and for a moment thought let nature take its course. Anyway the squeak got louder and the cat hadn't gone that far. I found him in the bushes with a bird in his mouth. I got to the point where I could grab the Cat and he let go of his prey. The Cat was most pissed off with me, and the victim appeared on his or her last legs. I picked the very small bird up off the ground expecting it to pop its clogs.Anyway this very tiny feathered friend was cupped in my hands with me trying to find a place for him or her to die quietly in the garden and wondering if I had done the right thing by rescuing it from the cat in the first place. I could feel this tiny bird getting stronger and stronger in my hands. I quite simply opened my hands and the little bird (Wren) flew off.
I can't remember anytime I rescued a bird from a cat only for the bird to fly off as if nothing had happened. As I started telling the cat/bird event to Dad. I was told the Cat caught a Robin the other day and once again was diprived of its prey by a human with the feathered friend being left to to tell his mates of his adventures with a cat.
I can't remember anytime I rescued a bird from a cat only for the bird to fly off as if nothing had happened. As I started telling the cat/bird event to Dad. I was told the Cat caught a Robin the other day and once again was diprived of its prey by a human with the feathered friend being left to to tell his mates of his adventures with a cat.