Ok, maybe it's because I grew up on a farm in the Prairies, but yeesh! My neighbor is nutso - he's got 3 out of the 4 grackles that the Bad Kitty packed today in a cat carrier out below the back gallery of our apt. building. I saw him carrying out granola for them and handling them with gardening gloves. He said they can't fly, they've been severely mauled, but he's hoping they'll be ok. Huh??!! I said it's only natural that the cats chase the birds and he can't really hope to save the poor suckers. He said "lucky that you're here to teach me about nature.." (hmm...was that an insult?).... well, good luck bleedin' heart!
p.s. for those other bleeding hearts out there, I did mention that he could call the Berger Blanc and that they would come and "relieve" him of the birdies and put them out of their misery in a much more humane manner than death by granola...
buenos nachos...
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