The result was a riot of complaints from the feisty gang of grackles as she toyed with their unlucky comrade. Seeing as "Bad Kitty" (I don't know her real name) seems to manage this feat on a rather regular basis, I've come to the conclusion that grackles are not the smartest of birds. Confirming this, they seem to have decided this morning that I am somehow an accomplice to the murderous character.
A few brave (or stupid) ones passed surprisingly close to my face in what I could only interpret as their heart-felt anger and disugst towards my entertained self. Swooping and diving in their intimidating stealth passes, my only barrier of protection being my Montreal "Mirror" which I held up to block their bird-brained insurgence. My response to their outrage: take photos of the crime.
So, here's Bad Kitty staring up at me like "what do you want? you ain't gettin' my bird-booty, so don't even think of it!" when along comes "Good Kitty" who also belongs to Gala, but whom I've never seen harm even an insect. (She's more of a huntress of sunrays). She looks too coiffed to be into hunting and was obviously just curious about all the commotion as she peered over to see what Bad Kitty had in her nonchalant paw. Bad Kitty doesn't like to share, so she scampered off with the screaming grackle in her jaws. Meanwhile, all this action has concerned my mini-Schnauzer so I tell him to jump on "his" chair and I console him with bits of scrambled egg and toast. Another morning, another victim.
Bad Kitty.
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