I have a cat named Leo. He is one of several who have found their way to our home. None have been purchased. Must be some mark on the front of the house that tells cats that we are a good family to live with. I really must find that mark and remove it!
Yesterday was a beautiful day here. About 80 degrees, light breeze, perfect spring day. Pollen and all. Since I get to do the “carpet commute” I was working on the computer while the kitties were on the screened porch enjoying some time napping in the sun. Getting their Vitamin D!
I was in the midst of composing an email when I heard a commotion on the porch. Thinking it was just the boys having a dispute over who was napping where, I opened the door to have a chat with them. Boy, did I get a surprise when I saw Leo charging through the doorway with a bird in his mouth! A BIRD!!! LIVE BIRD!!!! Oh My!
Leo raced towards the front door, ducking into the dining room. Somewhere along the way the bird got free and started to fly about. Of course the other cats thought that was wonderful. A new play toy for all. Oh My….
The poor scared, but unharmed bird, flew up to the top of the palladium window in the foyer. The front door is topped by a large palladium window that is curtained with sheers (faces west) except for the top arch of the window unit. The bird perched on the thin curtain rod and tried in vain to push through the glass to his freedom.
Now I have 6 cats, watching with great intensity as this poor bird tried to escape. I am in a panic since I don’t want to the bird to fly to the other side of the house where the great room has upper windows too. I knew if he got into that room it would be harder for me to set him free. I began to try to get the cats back on the porch. They were not as cooperative as one might think. Boring porch or new play toy that might turn into lunch. Not hard to see why the porch was not their first choice.
I opened the front door and propped it open with a box since the wind blew it shut each time I opened the porch door to put another cat out. I was hopping the bird would sense the door was open and fly down and out. No such luck. He just keep banging into the glass arch window at the top.
I finally got the rest of the cats on the porch so I could turn all my attention to the poor bird. He just keep trying in vain to push his way through the glass in the arched window. I know how he must have felt, frustrated at seeing the outside and not being able to get where he was wanting to go. Freedom so close and yet so far away. Lessons to be learned from that little bird’s plight.
Finally, the bird began to fly to the chandelier over the steps to the upstairs. Trying to keep his focus on the open door below his normal perch, I used a long board to help me keep the chandelier turned so he was always facing the open door. A few times he flew back up to the top of the window and fluttered about the arch window.
At last, he came back to the chandelier. Again, keeping him facing the open door, he finally heard the other birds chirpping and felt the breeze blowing through the doorway. Off he flew, right through the doorway and out to his freedom! I was thrilled and I am certain that bird was telling tales of his adventure for days.
Trapped in a giants home, attacked by killer cats, miraculously set free by the giant. Miracle for the bird. Can be the same of us when we are trapped in the same old ritual of flying into the glass when our true freedom is only a few feet away. The bird changed his path to escape and we must do the same. Change our path, our preset ideas so we can find our freedom, our health or true path. Stay well! Elise