One of my cats caught a hummingbird. Nadia probably. It was injured and tiny. Which is somehow worse. I tossed it in the air and it flapped for a few seconds and then fell back down into my hands like the smallest of bean bags. I left it among our bamboo hoping it would fly off but knowing it was screwed. It's little heart would slow to that of an elephant and then to that of a dandylion and then it would die. It's beak was so long, it's food having to travel farther then its blood. I look for it in the morning but it was gone. It would have been fun to have a funeral, start a miniature graveyard.
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Hey Mike---
Sad yet somehow sweet---neat to see a humming bird that close, even a dying one. :( I still have my "bunny" that Licorice "found" buried under a cherry tree at the farm. It was named "Speckles."
Liz
I started keeping my cat indoors and this summer my yard has been transformed from a killing field into a lovely place for wildlife to not die. Yesterday for real I saw a squirrel AND a bunny frolicking in my yard at the SAME TIME.
Indoor cats. I wasn't a fan of the idea, but really. A squirrel AND a bunny?!?! What am I, Cinderella?
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