Well, the good news is that the little pine siskin is fine. The kind bird-rescue lady, Charlotte, came by Monday afternoon to pick him up. After a quick examination she guessed, as I had, that there were no fractures in the wing, perhaps just some soft tissue damage, and that a week or so of “cage rest” (I like my term, “nest rest,”) should fix ‘im up.
He was a very friendly little bird, and I enjoyed having him around the house for a couple days. He was lively and friendly, quick to hop into my hand; probably enjoyed the warmth.
There is bad news to report on the bird-front, however, and I am ashamed and sad. The deck was teeming with birds all day Monday, and Hannah was curious beyond belief. She had never done more than watch the birds flying high above, but on Monday they were landing on the deck floor, and she couldn’t resist. Unfortunately, she is very quick, and caught and killed one (I found the little body inside) then I saw her catch another and made her release it. It flew off, I hope it lived.
Our house has no screens, but it can get very warm (80+ degrees F) inside if you don’t open the windows; I blocked the windows and sliding-door as best I could with baby-gates and cardboard, but underestimated the acrobatics a cat will go through to chase birds. She managed to escape and kill two or three more birds by the evening. I know cats are hunters by their nature, but I’ve owned many cats since I was small, and Hannah seems vicious beyond the norm: killing and tearing the birds in such quick succession, but not even trying to eat them or anything. I was horrified.
She spent much of the afternoon yesterday shut in the girls’ room so I could air out the house. I am having trouble viewing her kindly today; a friend had expressed interest in adopting her a few weeks ago, when we were debating how to take her across the country, and I may take my friend up on the offer. I’m finding I’m much more of a bird-person than a cat-person. If we were going to be living on a farm where she could help get rid of rodent pests, I’m sure her talents would be much more appreciated.
So now I feel terrible, both for the death of the birds and for my reaction to my cat’s natural actions; please don’t judge me too harshly, but let me know your thoughts if you like.
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On a more positive note, I have some knitting to show. I had some sock yarn from Fearless Fibers (in Marrakesh,), and as the skein is huge (550 yards!) I wanted to try making some simple kneesocks from it. I decided to do them toe-up (I’m usually a cuff-down girl,) to use every last bit of yarn.
Here is the first one. I started out using the “On Your Toes” pattern in the summer 2007 Interweave Knits (but with a K3, P1 rib, rather than the K2, P2 in the pattern, just ’cause.) But my aversion to short-row heels is what has kept me from knitting toe-up socks, so I borrowed the bottom-up heel-flap-and-gusset from my new Boudica sock kit pattern. I love the result.
It fits me like a dream, and left me free to do the increases up the back of the leg as I went along, rather than guessing and doing math. So far, so good. The only problem I might have is making the second one match (since I failed to write down the order of increasing…)
Tala just tagged me for a Random Facts meme, so I’ll get to that tonight or tomorrow morning. (And don’t apologize for tagging me, T; I’m happy to do memes!)
All for now.