I took the day off work so that I could get some chores done around the house, and I was looking forward to sleeping in as it’s been a stressful and sleepless few weeks. Tom put the bird feeders out for me in the morning, so I could hear them tweeting when I woke up — he’s always thinking of me. I did hear them, but so did the cats. Benny bugged me for an hour to go outside while I got my shower and came downstairs. I put him outside and started my indoor chores.
About an hour later, Benny was meowing outside, which I thought was strange — I looked out and he was fine, laying in the grass. I decided to clean the deck and all the bird feeders. That’s when my day went south. I realized Benny was meowing proudly, showing me his toy — he killed one of my little baby birds — a little brown Chipping Sparrow. I was horrified — and made him come inside the house. As I scrubbed the railing along the deck with soap and water, my tears turned to sobbing. I never intended for my bird hobby to become an area for my cats to prey on them. It broke my heart that he got that little bird.
I can’t believe I had that reaction in the first place. I know cats are natural predators, especially when it comes to birds. I guess my birds have become just that — my little birds. I talk to them every morning as I fill up their feeders. I have names for some of them that come back often and sing along the railing. And then there’s the fact that I felt like I somehow contributed — like setting them up to play a game of cat and
I took the photos above a few weeks ago of my little backyard birds. While I am still feeling very sad over the little guy that Benny got, I know that it’s all part of life — and it’s one of those little moments that are not so magical. And, It’s all these little non-magical moments in life that build the compassion inside of us.
Always B E L I E V E !