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They must have been waxwings. I saw more movement than tree.
When I opened the door they exploded -- taking flight in every possible direction. Thinking it was safe to let the cat out I opened the side door but before she could place her first foot on the step they all resettled and the tree was heavy with birds.
Immediate reaction: hunting stance ... close to the ground ... every muscle taut. Ready perfection. Her mother would have been proud. I admit to doubting her. Thinking it was a hopeless hunt I turned to go. But the soft sound of the wooden door closing sent panic through the birds. One smashed into the fence. Surely its neck was broken but before it could fall Pyewackett had torn the wings off its back. She held them in her mouth and turned to me to share her triumph.
When I opened the door they exploded -- taking flight in every possible direction. Thinking it was safe to let the cat out I opened the side door but before she could place her first foot on the step they all resettled and the tree was heavy with birds.
Immediate reaction: hunting stance ... close to the ground ... every muscle taut. Ready perfection. Her mother would have been proud. I admit to doubting her. Thinking it was a hopeless hunt I turned to go. But the soft sound of the wooden door closing sent panic through the birds. One smashed into the fence. Surely its neck was broken but before it could fall Pyewackett had torn the wings off its back. She held them in her mouth and turned to me to share her triumph.