Finding Nature Amusing

Karl and Brandon were playing basketball outside today when they thought they saw a hawk flying overhead. Karl looks closer and realizes that it's actually a falcon and just as he and Brandon were talking about it, the falcon attacks smaller bird and knocks it to the ground. As the falcon flies lower to pick up the now dead bird, our cat, White Toes, pounces on the dead bird and runs off to the back yard with it. I knew nothing of what had happened and I happened to look out our sliding glass door that leads into the back yard just in time to see White Toes going past with a bird in his mouth. He seemed to have a little bounce in his steps as if he was very proud of himself. I thought, wow, "I guess White Toes has finally learned how to catch birds". Karl and Brandon then come into the house and tell me what just happened. They were laughing as it seemed that the falcon was kind of surprised that the cat ran off with his dinner. We started joking about it and decided that at least if White Toes can't catch his own birds then at least he knows how to steal them. LOL!

We went outside to see what White Toes would do with the dead bird. We found him underneath the trampoline and he seemed to be trying to play with it. Since it wasn't going to move any he decided that instead of playing with it, he might as well eat it. It was pretty funny watching him take a big bite of feathers and then try to spit them out. We had a good laugh over it. I know, sounds gross but it wasn't that bad. Maybe I'm used to it since the cat I had when I was groing up was good at catching birds. In fact, she would bring the bird to our back door and meow and meow until someone went out to tell her that she had done a good job... and only then would she take it somewhere to eat it.