We have several Anna’s hummingbirds that depend on a constant supply of nectar all year long. These diminutive little busybodies have been a constant source of enjoyment.
The back gardens would be the logical place for these birds to hang out and feed in peace. But logic is something they choose not to indulge in. If I hang feeders in the back gardens they are ignored. Our front porch is where they must be.
Unfortunately the family across the street brought home a cat. I love house cats just as much as the next person, but as the name implies they should be house cats.....indoors. Better for the cat and even better for our dwindling number of native birds. Saturn is a very sweet cat and I’m sure his three little boys love him dearly and would think me a horrible old ogre if I was to lodge a complaint.
“What ya going to do about it? You can’t hurt me, I’ll tell my little humans and they will hate
you.” This old gardener might be a bit slow at times but eventually I get it together.
I made quick decisive cuts with a limited amount of bloodshed, mine that is.
And it was about another five seconds before Saturn decided Anna’s hummingbirds are not on his menu.