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It's that time of year...
Jun. 11th, 2007 09:09 pm...When I get home from work to find two slightly damp clumps of feathers in the hall.
They aren't large clumps (or even large feathers; they're just-fledged sparrow size). They've just very obviously been pulled out all at once.
What's concerning me is that there's usually a small crunchy bit to go with the small feathers. Small and crunchy like a foot (say), or a bit of a wing (never a beak. Perhaps they taste nice?). I haven't yet found this bit.
Of course, this means I'll find it in my bed tonight, like a miniature Godfather warning for not feeding enough smelly food, or camouflaged in one of the floral splodges on the carpet once the lights are out.
I'm grateful, in a way. If I hadn't been feeding them any smelly food at all, it would have been a mouse, half of which would have been on a short trip to the inside of a cat.
They aren't large clumps (or even large feathers; they're just-fledged sparrow size). They've just very obviously been pulled out all at once.
What's concerning me is that there's usually a small crunchy bit to go with the small feathers. Small and crunchy like a foot (say), or a bit of a wing (never a beak. Perhaps they taste nice?). I haven't yet found this bit.
Of course, this means I'll find it in my bed tonight, like a miniature Godfather warning for not feeding enough smelly food, or camouflaged in one of the floral splodges on the carpet once the lights are out.
I'm grateful, in a way. If I hadn't been feeding them any smelly food at all, it would have been a mouse, half of which would have been on a short trip to the inside of a cat.
