On Christmas Day TheBrit came running into the house shouting for me. I was upstairs getting dressed to go out to my sister’s house for Christmas dinner. “Ruth! Ruth!! Come quick!”
“What in the world? I’m trying to get ready. Give me a minute,” I responded standing at the top of the stairs looking down at TheBrit who has his hands cupped around something.
“I need your help!” He opened his hands and exclaimed, “I just rescued this from Scamper and Stumpy. They were out there fighting over it.”
Now, Stumpy you see, is a three legged cat. Try as he might he’s not quite fast enough to catch a bird. But Scamper can, and does, on occasion. When he does Stumpy tries to take his catch off him.
The poor little bird was a little shocked. And one of his wings was…not broken, but not 100% either.
So I took the tiny bird from TheBrit’s hands, who immediately got the camera and started snapping pictures.
I’ve done a cursory search and haven’t been able to identify the species.
When TheBrit was done with his picture taking I took the little fellow a good ways away to a tree with some brush around it and let him go. We waited a bit and went back to check on him. He was still in the spot I’d left him. I don’t know if that was a good thing or not.
Then on New Year’s Day, as I was walking past the bird feeder to go and cut some flowers, there he was – that beautiful red cardinal. I knew it was too much to hope for; that he would hang about long enough for me to go back in after the camera. When I emerged ready to snap his visage he was gone. Eluded me again! One day…
By the time I’d returned there were these – everywhere – which I’m fairly certain after a quick Google search are Brown House Sparrows: