I noticed some subtle twitching of the thyme that persisted for several minutes without discernible progress through the vegetation. At first I thought it might be a mouse, or a leopard (just checking if you're paying attention), or perhaps even a ground foraging warbler, or sparrow that was struggling with a dilemma. Upon investigation I discovered that it was not a leopard, but a robin fledgling with a possible injury and yet no parent bird in sight. The day before I saw that an adult robin was feeding a young robin in the deep gloom of a Trump presidency ... OK, it wasn't quite
that dark, but the shadow of the big bush in the corner of the yard was concealment of the highest order, but no match for night-vision goggles. This is getting too silly. I wondered how did that young robin get from the corner of my yard all the way to the tyme in record time. What happened to the parent robin? Then it hit me! Saul? I bet you any money (hyperbole) that the neighbour's cat killed the parent and enslaved the youth. Dragged it to the tyme for the time being, and calculated a return visit to torture it. I had not seen Saul for a while. Maybe the leopard chased him away. I tried to free the bird and give it some water from an eye dropper but it refused that brand. I covered the spot with a rhubarb leaf to provide shade. A couple of hours later the bird was expired. This corvidocide must have been perpetrated by that cat ...
he's to blame!
