Chuck

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Two years ago, a cardinal baby bird fell from its nest into the backyard. Frances (Scottie supreme) kept barking for us to come outside. She ran into little spurts, back and forth in front of our fence where we have a lot of brush piled up for the birds to hang out in. Val noticed the bird and tried to hand it to me. If you know me and granted, most of you don’t, you’d know I do not want a just-hatched baby redbird in my hand… it’s not that I’m squeemish, it’s just … anyway, back to the story. I was informed that I must find the nest and put it back into it. Yeah, right… okay… where’s a cardinal nest in this brush? We looked for a few minutes and sure enough, found the nest. Too high in the bushes for Val to put the bird away, so I had to take it and return it to its mother.

The bird apparently grew up and really likes Val. I kid you not. When she is out in the yard and starts talking, the bird flies nearby and chirps or chitters at her. It’s weird. He also sits outside the garden window (where the cat sleeps) and looks down at the cat and into the breakfast room. I finally got a picture of him so people will believe me.