Flappitty

[suzie_shooter]

Got home this evening, and opened the front door to discover the hall and kitchen was awash in a sea of black feathers. Further investigation revealed the sweetpea plants on the kitchen windowsill were now in the sink, apparent victims of feline pursuit. Also, the kitchen was covered in bird crap. Nice.

A search failed to turn up a corpse, so assuming they'd disposed of the remains I went into the living room (sans feathers) and turned on the light. A few seconds later, there was a scuttley rattley noise, and I looked up to discover a rather bedraggled blackbird dancing about on top of the light fitting (essentially going "ow-ow-ow-ow" as it heated up, I presume).

Eventually, it twigged that I'd opened the window, and made its escape. The cats are now looking at me irritatedly, wondering where I've hidden it...

Comments

[extreme-queen.livejournal.com]

Thankfully, I don't have to come home to that anymore. Our cats are too lazy for bird chasing.

[griza.livejournal.com]

Oh oh, expect revenge from the cats now...


your icon is scary!

[littlemoose.livejournal.com]

LOOK OUT MULHERN! HE'S GONNA EATCHOO!

*ahem*

[thinkpink20.livejournal.com]

I think I would have screamed, left and refused to return to the house. *grins*

[http://users.livejournal.com/tick_/]

Poor little birdie. Glad he survived!

And I'm in love with your icon.

[swing-set.livejournal.com]

There's a magpie that keeps showing up and hacking at the seed-balls that hang outside my window for the wee little birds. I actually saw it pick up the ball with a claw, and hack away at it.
...can I borrow your cats for a while? ;)

[clarkiegirl.livejournal.com]

Oooooh. We once had a bat in the house - that was horrendous, but at least it didn't shed feathers!

BTW: definite thumbs up for Into the Nightside. Loving it!!!

[cryforthemoon.livejournal.com]

Eek, sounds fun. :S *hugs*

I may have embellished your story a bit. But that's poetic liscense for ya'.

[captlebubbles.livejournal.com]

Not nearly as long, nor nearly as good, but you try rewriting Poe and see how easy it is.

Once upon an evening dreary, as I stumbled, weak and weary,
through a kitchen of black feathers and sweetpeas scattered on the floor
and a wondered, quite confused, at this scene of blatant bird abuse,
but saw no feline nor a fowl, no fowl upon my kitchen floor.
"They disposed of the body," I muttered, "or else it went out the
kitchen door."
I decided this, and thought no more.

Ah, distinctly I recall no feathers that I saw
when I turned on the light in the room of living in my house.
Eagerly I sought the silence, from a day of noise and occasional vi'lence
when I heard a scuttley rattley sound
and voice clearly saying 'ow-ow-ow-ow!'

I op'ed the window but still he stayed, that blackbird, that feathery knave,
till he saw his flight to freedom and he flew out of the glassy door.
My cats have all been glaring as they wander at me, staring,
thinking that I've hid him somewhere o'er the kitchen door.
But ne'er shall that bird return, to scatter feathers upon my floor.
He shall return- nevermore!

(edited for typos- sorry to spam you a bit.)

[nimnod.livejournal.com]

Bwahaha. Similar thing happened with us once - lounge full of feathers, no corpse, and I assumed the birdie has been killed outside. Only about an hour later did I look up and see a completely naked dove on top of the curtain rail looking chilly. I caught it and freed it, but no idea how long it lasted sans most of its feathers.