This may go down as the most bizarre blog entry I’ve ever written, but nonetheless, here it is.
While were cleaning up from dinner, Kellie and I both saw outside our deck/patio window a black and white cat that has seemed to have been visiting the neighborhood for the past several months. When we first saw it, we thought it might have been pregnant because…..well, it was just so darn fat.
Then it disappeared for awhile.
Tonight, we saw it along the edge of our property moving very slowly. At first, we thought that it had seen our dog Riley on the deck and was trying to hide.
Then, we figured what was really going on.
The cat jumped at an area behind the fence at the back of the property.
And a little baby bird came running out onto the grass.
Momma and Poppa Bird weren’t around. And what followed was Northern Virginia’s equivalent of a bird rescue.
I managed to chase the cat away………but then the baby bird decided that he would go down into a storm drain.
So, of course, we lifted up the iron grate that covered the drain to rescue the little guy.
What I didn’t count on was the fact that getting a bird out of a storm drain would take more than five minutes…..and holding a 50lb iron grate isn’t exactly easy.
In case you’re wondering, or even care at this point, the bird is okay………we got him out of the drain and left him alone for awhile until his mother came for him.
My foot, on the other hand, is throbbing in pain due to the fact that I apparently can’t hold a 50lb iron grate for more than five minutes.
