Thursday in the garden - a bloody story

Hum. yep, here I am. Stuck in doors. Been grounded.

But apparently it is not just about MY feelings.

Darcy brooding over what could have been

It began like this...

... once outside, after shifting my attention and with a quickening heart, I spotted it!

Mrs H was still swapping over her shoes...

So I took my chance, I LEAPT, HURTLED, POUNCED..!

innocent Hedge Sparrow (and with newly fledged family)

One baby birdie got away (just), but not the second one

where the dreadful deed took place

I had the little thing pinned.. but then Mrs H suddenly swept me high into the air. I went rigid then wriggled like a frenzied wild thing, but she (rather unceremoniously, I feel) dumped me inside. I watched from the window, MEOWING LOUDLY. Mr H suddenly came running and after shoving me aside joined her outside. They then went on to pounce on the birdie themselves! I even saw Mrs H holding it in her hand and them both crouching over it. I was dismayed to see her looking so upset; like she was a kind of visible witness to what is dreadful in life.

I could still see it fluttering and I yowled LOUDLY. I know my yowls were getting through because they glanced back at me a lot. Eventually, they went off somewhere taking the birdie. Both stayed out quite some time, but I wasn’t allowed out again.

Finally, when they returned, I tremored with what turned out to be false hope. Indeed, I felt the way they stared at me was rather harsh. Despondent I headed for the stairs, I heard them say that the baby birdie might have a chance, now that it had its mother with it and that the injury was not too bad.

I’ll try again tomorrow, even if grounded I can stalk in my dreams...