On the way back from taking Sam to the vets about his paw, we bumped into some neigbours who we haven't spoken to before. On discovering that they also had Bengals we embarked on a rather enthusiastic story swapping session, which included the benefits of not letting them out of the garden. "Well, at least they don't bring us frogs and mice and birds and things," said the neighbour.
Anway, not 15 minutes after getting back home, Sam and Merry came racing into the dining room from outside smashing ornaments and almost ripping the blinds from the window.
"What the ..."
"It's a bird," shouted The Boy launching himself off the sofa.
Sure enough, on the kitchen window sill was a very frightened (but still breathing) sparrow. A big splodge of blood and feathers on the window above him showed where, in his panic to escape, he had smashed into the window.
After a quick call to the RSPCA we were advised to take the bird to our nearest vets ... so off we went again, with the little sparrow in tow.
The vet, to be honest, was pretty useless. First of all she let the bird escape from the box so it was flapping around the surgery banging and crashing into things, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. So now the poor little thing was more frightened than ever. In the end she opened the surgery door and let the bird fly away. I have to admit I was really annoyed with her. It felt like we'd made matters 100 times worse for the bird by taking it to the vets. Tssk.
So anyway, a rather eventful morning all in all.
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