The End of Sympathy

No, I am not becoming hardened. I have a very good reason for that title. Mushu, the precious cat that he is, who coincidentally is spending much more time outdoors lately, has been fighting all week long with two mocking birds. that just happens to be our state bird for those trivia lovers out there. Anyway, I have pitied that poor innocent because it seemed that he was minding his own business and was repeated, viciously attack from above. It all started last week when he was in my white pine tree. It is a very good tree for him to play in. Well, I decided to inspect a little more closely. Sure enough there was a nest in there with three so ugly they were hatchlings in there. Suddenly I did not feel so sorry for the menacing cat anymore. He was threatening these poor birds babies. That just was not right. What do I do but run after my camera. I come flying back in there and just start to snap a picture when there is a swoosh and a high pitch shrill sound coming to join me in the small tree. I jump back having seen my brother attacked by blue jays one time. It was hilarious from a distance and another story altogether. But to be the spectacle and not the spectator is no fun at all. I got myself out of there like lightning. Mushu was not that quick. I really think he was the reason for the swoosh. They go after him even in the front yard. They did not forget his looks. Another cat vs. bird battle ensued. This time I was rooting for the birds. I actually was able to sneak back in later and get a couple of better pictures. I will try to get them from my camera and get them on here maybe tomorrow morning, stressing the maybe.

Threre is another post. Y'all never saw that coming did you?