Saturday, June 6, 2009

Bye Bye Birdie

Either Izzy's really good, or a certain little bird is suicidal.

I was awakened this morning by said screaming bird. In the house. (Did I mention this is the first Saturday in a month that I didn't have to get up at 5 a.m.?)

I knew immediately what was going on and jumped out of bed, dashed out of the room, and met Izzy in the hallway with his prey. Evidently he had been headed into the bedroom with it. What was he thinking??

Baby bird was rescued and escorted back outside where I left it in the same hanging pot as last night. Went back in the house and handed Izzy one of his fake mice, which he chased around the house for a good half hour. No luck getting back to sleep at that point as he kept jumping on the bed with the mouse in his mouth and growling at me in challenge.

Just a few minutes ago there was another ruckus. This time Izzy didn't bring the bird into the house--he had it on the patio next to the back door. I stepped out, picked it up, and stuck it in the pot again. As I'm about to leave for Home Depot, I can no longer guarantee the bird's safety.


  1. So is the bird still alive?

  2. After the third rescue of the morning, I left for a while. Haven't seen the baby bird since. I like to assume he's found a better place to hang out.