Faithfull readers have undoubtedly been following my experience with a couple of finches who made their nest on my 11th-floorbalcony. We’ve affectionally named them Mr. and Mrs. Bird.
After checking the place out for a couple of days, Mr. and Mrs. Bird got busy flying to and from with building materials and we’ve been taking pictures while the couple is away.
At first, we merely admired the next, but one day we noticed an egg. A few days later there was a second egg, then a third and as of today there are six eggs..
Admittedly, from the 11th floor she has a nice view of the Toronto skyline, but how long can one look at a distant city without tiring of it? She also keeps an eye on our cats.
Mickey, Charlotte, Gabriel and Holly regularly go outside. They make no attempts to catch the birdie, but they do like looking at it and talking to it. A cat talking to a bird … that’s right, Mickey makes a variety of noises that sound like twittering.
We've often joked that Mick doesn't stand a chance catching a bird. Not only do they see him coming a mile away, he can't keep his mouth shut. Or is he perhaps speaking the language of birds and is he trying to talk his feathered friend out of her nest. Who knows. Either way, the cats look at the bird and the bird looks at the cats.