Peewee Drama

[den]

I was relaxing on the patio in the cool of the evening, sipping a coffee and watching the peewees play in the lawn sprinkler. There was a brief shadow overhead and a brown falcon slammed down onto the smallest peewee. The others scattered in fright. The falcon flipped the peewee onto her back and plucked out a beakful of chest feathers.

That's when it received one of Polly's tennis balls to the back of its head. Both birds tumbled over. The peewee flew for safety under the table and the falcon screamed in anger. I shouted at it and waved a stick in the air, like some cro-magnon hunter going for the kill except I don't imagine cro-magnon man ever shouted "That's my bloody PEEWEE ya bastard!" The falcon shot off into the sycamore, and I threw things at it until it left.

I caught the poor freaked out peewee and put her back in her cage. She calmed down a lot and doesn't appear to be injured apart from a bald patch on her chest. The others are hiding in the dense leaves of the Chinese Elm and are very quiet. Poor little bird: one day of freedom then Nature struck. Technically I should have let Nature take its course, but it was my bloody peewee dammit.

Comments

[jim-lane.livejournal.com]

And speaking for the opposition---

That poor falcon may have been trying to secure food for its own young,
and a callous, nearly-hairless ape's actions meant a beautiful, majestic
raptor's babies had to go to bed HUNGRY...

Nature is the way it is for a reason, Den-me-boy---

---And YOU just bounced a ball off her feathered head.

(That'll teach the little bare-breasted peewee not to play in sprinklers, too!)

*hehehe!*

[dewhitton.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't have minded much if the raptor did in the pigeon, but it was MY BLOODY PEEWEE! When they leave the yard and start doing peewee things they'll be on their own but until then they're MY peewees.

I think kids should be allowed to play in lawn sprinklers on hot days without the threat of being eaten by carnivores.

[jim-lane.livejournal.com]

But carnivores like treats (tweets?) like anyone else, and what's more enticing to an overheated raptor on a hot day that a cool, wet "tweety bird"?

(evil grin)

[tropism.livejournal.com]

In my neighborhood, I'd prefer it if the kids had to contest with the threat of being eaten by carnivores. Mind you, I'm not referring to birds here.