Monday, July 19, 2010

Blackie and the birds

I was sitting at my computer this morning when I heard a terrible racket outside being made by what sounded like a Hitchcock movie: The Birds.

In truth it was some apparently very angry birds. I had seen mockingbirds in this type of mood before and glanced around.

Aha! Sure enough. It was my friendly neighborhood cat - Blackie Detroit. (Explanation: When he first showed up, frightened and wary of me, I slowly befriended him and named him Blackie. Later one of our neighbors and I had a conversation about him and she said she called him "Detroit". Hence his strange compound name.)

At any rate, he was just making a slow reconnoiter of our backyard, seemingly unconcerned about the noisy birds who would occasionally dive-bomb him. But I suspect he was more cunning than he appeared.

Eventually, he went under the fence and disappeared. But still I heard the birds in "high dudgeon". I later looked over the fence and found Blackie Detroit casually reclining on another neighbor's picnic table, just waiting for one of those noisy birds to get within claws reach, I suspect.

At this point, he has moved on again, as have the birds. The outcome is yet to be decided.


  1. Ha ha our neghbor hood cat does the same thing to the birds!
    oh to have such power

  2. I had to giggle when I saw the shot of Blackie Detroit in attack mode on the picnic table!

  3. I am laughing along. For a long time, we have had families of Black Shrikes treating our Grevillea as their personal nectar fountain. I was determined to keep Morty an indoor cat, but he does like to nip out the door like lightning. Now, the Shrikes can be heard lecturing him to "get away from our tree!" He has shown no inclination to try to catch them. Besides, they are just too quick!