Angela Verdenius's Blog - Posts Tagged "interlude"
Bird in the House - no, seriously!
A bird in the house - seriously, a real feathered bird in the house.
So it's 3 days off from work, I ran around this morning helping a friend, watched a horror movie during lunch with Mum, then settled down for an afternoon of writing.
All is quiet and I'm industriously *typing*typing*typing* then I hear this weird sound. Fluttering, kind of, and for one freaky moment I think...did I open a door to the netherworld by watching one too many horror movies? (not that I'm paranoid or anything, but...)
I ignore the noise, all goes quiet, then I hear it again. I finally get up, leave my little writing room and look into the kitchen and - spy a young dove sitting on our kitchen table. And 3 cats sitting on the floor in a semi-circle with huge eyes and whiskers bristling.
Now you can't blame the cats, they are indoor cats and cannot go outside to catch birds, so what has happened (and it has happened before in the past, but not for awhile) is this dove has come ambling through the trellis on the back veranda and managed to find itself amongst a whole heap of dove-loving, chicken-lickin' cats.
Not a good situation for the dove.
So now here I am, creeping around, trying to catch this dove and field off the cats at the same time. Yes, the cats are all following me, eyes huge, tails wagging. And there's my Mum who apparently thinks helping is standing in the doorway giving advice while the dove is fluttering above my head and the cats are converging on me and the dove in a little furry horde.
But - and here's where you'll be So proud of me (okay, maybe you don't care but I'm stoked), I managed to catch the bird and take it outside (much to the disappointment of the cats who had an interesting interlude to an otherwise very quiet - and possibly boring - afternoon), and put it out near the bowl of bird seed and water Mum puts out every morning.
And SO CUTE, PEOPLE! The little dove just sat in my palm, looking around.
All right, it was probably scared, little heart pounding away, and possibly weak birdie-kneed at the narrow escape and having some hulking human carrying it, but I like to think it found me non-threatening and was getting it's bearings while feeling totally safe.
Oh, come on! Let me live my little fantasy for a few minutes! ROTFL
Anyway, it was an interesting interlude, I felt quite maternal towards the little feathery bloke (or sheila, I don't really know). Now it's back to writing for me!
So it's 3 days off from work, I ran around this morning helping a friend, watched a horror movie during lunch with Mum, then settled down for an afternoon of writing.
All is quiet and I'm industriously *typing*typing*typing* then I hear this weird sound. Fluttering, kind of, and for one freaky moment I think...did I open a door to the netherworld by watching one too many horror movies? (not that I'm paranoid or anything, but...)
I ignore the noise, all goes quiet, then I hear it again. I finally get up, leave my little writing room and look into the kitchen and - spy a young dove sitting on our kitchen table. And 3 cats sitting on the floor in a semi-circle with huge eyes and whiskers bristling.
Now you can't blame the cats, they are indoor cats and cannot go outside to catch birds, so what has happened (and it has happened before in the past, but not for awhile) is this dove has come ambling through the trellis on the back veranda and managed to find itself amongst a whole heap of dove-loving, chicken-lickin' cats.
Not a good situation for the dove.
So now here I am, creeping around, trying to catch this dove and field off the cats at the same time. Yes, the cats are all following me, eyes huge, tails wagging. And there's my Mum who apparently thinks helping is standing in the doorway giving advice while the dove is fluttering above my head and the cats are converging on me and the dove in a little furry horde.
But - and here's where you'll be So proud of me (okay, maybe you don't care but I'm stoked), I managed to catch the bird and take it outside (much to the disappointment of the cats who had an interesting interlude to an otherwise very quiet - and possibly boring - afternoon), and put it out near the bowl of bird seed and water Mum puts out every morning.
And SO CUTE, PEOPLE! The little dove just sat in my palm, looking around.
All right, it was probably scared, little heart pounding away, and possibly weak birdie-kneed at the narrow escape and having some hulking human carrying it, but I like to think it found me non-threatening and was getting it's bearings while feeling totally safe.
Oh, come on! Let me live my little fantasy for a few minutes! ROTFL
Anyway, it was an interesting interlude, I felt quite maternal towards the little feathery bloke (or sheila, I don't really know). Now it's back to writing for me!
