I so admire some of the wildlife photos that are posted, and it is a bit of a joke in my family that I don't have the patience or zoom to get any decent shots of wildlife.
So this morning when hubby woke me up saying that Noodle, one of our cats, had brought in a baby bird, I thought I had better grab my camera. He had managed to get the bird out of her jaws, and put it in a little box in the bottom of our lizard tank (lizard has recently deceased). So I was expecting I would probably come down to a dead bird, but was delighted that he seemed to have recovered, didn't look injured, and was a bit indignant about being in a lizard tank.
So a few hasty shots (I know they are still not good), but I wanted to get him out the tank before he injured himself against the glass. But how to get him out? I decided to open up our patio doors, and then open up the tank, and hope he would flutter out himself. He did flutter out the tank, but unfortunately I didn't actually see him fly out of the doors. I have spent the last hour searching every corner of the living room, and am pretty sure he has gone, but it would be nice to have seen him fly out .... Noodle has been banished to the kitchen in disgrace!
LITTLE BROWN BIRD UPDATE!
So several hours later, when I had totally given up hunting for the little brown bird, and let Noodle back into the living room, she suddenly bristled all over and went into hunter mode. I whisked her out the room again, and there in the tiniest of corners behind some DVDs was the little brown bird. This time I was determined to get him out to the garden, so scooped him up in a towel.
Searched round the garden and no sign of little brown today, which I hope means he has gone on his way. Little One has decided to call him Simon. I just thought I would add a photo of the shame faced cat.