Yesterday I rescued this:
from Black Cat:
Yep, I think we’ve officially named her Black Cat. We’re as creative as George Foreman when it comes to naming family members (the guy has 5 sons named George Edward Foreman).
After looking for parents and not seeing any, I put the little yellow bird up high in an empty birdhouse to keep it safe. I also thought when the bird was good and ready he’d fly out on his own. I then locked the cats and dog up as an extra precaution.
I went to an event near Dallas and returned several hours later to find the bird gone (yeah!). I later saw a bird that looked just like him flying in my pecan trees and getting seed from my bird feeders.
A couple hours later after that I found Fartface licking his paws and a dead yellow bird near him.
Moments later the only thing left of the bird was a few feathers.
The good news is at least they didn’t waste the meat.