Cat Snack

Tales from the backyard…You may have noticed, we spend a lot of time on our back porch, for those who have joined us there, you know why.  At one time we had a bird feeder next to the stoop and as we were enjoying the show, something at the feeder was unusual.  A closer look saw it to be a parakeet, of all things.  My mother loved Canary's and thoughts of having birds in the house when I was young came to mind, I guess I loved my childhood days.   Anyway, out stealthily I went.  Each time the beak went into the feeder, I inched closer.  Soon I was within grasp and that’s exactly what it did.  I don’t remember the childhood birds reckoning so much pain on my fingers, but I held on just the same and in a box it went until I could find it a proper cage.  I could have saved the money as the bird never did use it much.  It was free to fly and sit where-ever it wanted and even with the screen door of the porch wide open at times, it never ventured further than the porch (told you it was nice).  It stayed with us for over ten years and at times you could see the cat rolled in a ball on one of the chairs, Cat Snack (the name of the bird) sitting on the back of the chair and the dogs (only 2 then) at the foot, all asleep.  As the bird grew older,  she couldn't outrun the blades of the ceiling fan anymore and that’s how she finally left us. 
I still miss her.