Bootsie, the cat, is certainly not much of a hunter. He seems to have missed the lessons in Stalking 102. He must have had some lessons in basic stalking 101, for he knows how to crouch down, and watch. But it ends there. No cute wiggling of the bum, and no pouncing, and coming up empty when the birds fly away.
We don’t mind at all, and neither do the birds.
So when a few pairs of the most interesting little song birds decided to move into the space out front of our garden, we were not worried. As Gar says, “there is no chance of him ever getting close to these birds.”
They are too cat savvy, too alert, and just too smart. Besides they graduated with honors from Cat repellent school. There is always one lookout, and you can tell by their chirps how vigilant they are.
But that doesn’t stop Boots from sitting in front of our illegal bird feeder, and staring up at the empty container, as if to say, “hey were did everyone go?
If you call him back, he gives me the most innocent look, “who me, of course not”
Right Bootsie, you are just there to smell the flowers.
Meanwhile these little chirpers are dismantling my coconut fiber hanging baskets, piece by piece. They much prefer that, to the jute fibers, and dryer lint I have been putting out for them. A small price to pay, for such gorgeous fluttering, and singing.
And Bootsie? Well, he has no intentions of going to a refresher course on bird watching, and we all like it that way.
This is the clearest photo I can get of them, they don’t like us to come too close, but if you could tell me what types of birds they are that would be great. Someone did mention that they are House Wrens, but there is nothing on the internet showing a male with such gorgeous cinnamon red coloring.