Fly by Night

Picture this...my backyard this afternoon. Me, Andrew, and Ashley out in the backyard. Here comes Santana (a kitty that lives in our basement...explain later) with a bird in his mouth. So there goes Andy chasing Santana in to the back yard....he comes in...I go chasing...the dogs go chasing....Santana stops and huddles over his little prize. I get just close enough and off he goes over the fence....with the bird. So Andy sneaks up and catches him off guard by throwing a rock....he runs to the bird (I run into the house to get gloves!!). The bird flies up into the tree...safe at last.

Nope, the dumb ass flew back down to the ground and got snatched back up about 20 seconds later by quite the little hunter kitty (Santana) and then off to the other side of the street he went. About 20 minutes later back he comes bird still in mouth minus a few feathers. Andrew corners him and he drops the poor lil thing. Santana takes off. We finally have the bird....but where did he go?

We found the hiding space a few minutes later and the little birdie is taking refuge in the shed. That was our excitement from the night and it had a happy ending.....