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It’s Spring Here, In Ozland. That Means We Haven’t Been Using Our Slow Combustion
But a few days ago we heard the noise…and again… and again…
I’m feeling sad.
Why?
Because I may have saved a life, but I didn’t.
Let me explain.
On Saturday morning I went into our lounge to draw the blinds.
I heard a strange noise, stopped to listen, and realized it was coming from our fireplace. Its a slow-combustion with a glass door.
Peering in I could see a small, dark bird.
Bear in mind this is the third time we have had to rescue trapped birds, and it’s not easy.
The first time was when we were looking after a friend’s cat in Queensland.
The friends were not too fussed about Shadow’s penchant for birds. It’s a game to them. He catches them, scares the living daylight out of them, then, it’s game over and the poor bird dies, after which he is tossed over the fence…dust to dust…
That is not our attitude. We rescue them, sometimes at our peril.
On that particular day, Shadow was in for the kill. The bird was terrified.
