catch his dastardly feathered foe?
What I’ve done…I can’t really decide if it’s genius or torture. However, I stuck a bird feeder outside one of my bedroom windows and I’ve placed a little box under the window for Oliver to watch the birds eat….while dreaming of eating them. I guess.
He really seems to enjoy it. Seriously, he will sometimes spend a couple of hours sitting at this window, depending on how much action is happening out there. Nothing, and I do mean nothing, else gets his attention like that. My fickle little fella.
But he sits and he stares his death rays through the window and he flicks his tail around like he’s swatting at flies. (How southern did I just sound right there?? “Swatting at flies”…Southern and 74 years old too. Hotness.)
I had his front claws removed when he was young so this is about as close as he’ll ever get to catching any bird. Bless his little heart. But he seems to love it.
Look how straight he sits.
Shhh…He’s huntin’ buurrds….