Although I love feeding the bird's in the park, I do not love them flying about my house. The poor creature flew back and forth across the living room searching for an escape but found none. His oppressors followed, nipping at his "heels" and reaching out in hopes of getting him in their clutches.
After one desperate flight from window transom to the opposite corner of the room, the frightened and now exhausted little bird landed on my bookcase. Quicker than the cats, but ever so gently, I wrapped my hands around the tiny thing, scooped him up, and took him outside. Then I did the only thing I could and tossed him into the darkness where I heard him flutter away.
For a time after the bird's rescue the silly cats walked about the house looking at shelves and window transoms desperately seeking the escaped prize. I even caught one checking out the ticking clock hanging on the wall.
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