death 26 June 2008
I found the body of one of my birdy visitors in the garden this evening which was sad. It was the thrush who’d recently turned up. I can’t tell how it died – I do wonder if it might have been ill as it used to stand SO still for long periods of time but more likely is that a cat got it. I doubt it was the G as she’s a bit long in the tooth and too lazy, really, to be out catching game. We seem to have 2 wild lads who come by and hang from time to time – they have figured out the cat flap, no problem at all to them, and are happy to come in for a bite to eat on the sly. And perhaps one of them caught the bird and left it as an offering? They can’t have been hungry cos none of the birdy was eaten. So RIP Mr or Mrs Thrush – hope there was no extended family involved, facing into the season without a parent now. Life’s harsh. Ditto nature.
