The Wildlife at 218 East Sixth Avenue

I have blogged previously on my frustration and sadness about the bird house that sits out my front window...every year...a family is started only to end with little dead baby birds at the base of the tree....I hate it...its awful..I stated in my earlier blog that I wanted the tree house removed...well before we could get the tree house removed...a new family moved in...I watched for several weeks how mama and papa worked so hard to prepare their home for their little chicks....I just didn't have the heart to end their upcoming misery....they seemed so happy working away....I also hoped that perhaps these ones would make it....and about a month ago it happened...I heard the little chirp chirp stirring in the bird house about a week later I began to see the little heads pop out...anxiously waiting for their mom and dad to make their way back home and feed them....all seemed well...but I was very anxious everyday checking on my little friends....as time went by....my little friends got braver and braver...further and further would their little bodies come out of the bird house....I watched them intently as if they were my own...I worried about them constantly...and then one day I got the flu...and that was it...I could no longer watch or worry about my little feathered friends...there were on their own...I could only hope that they would have a better destiny than those that came before them....amazingly that in those 48 hours I was sick...was the same time that my little friends took faith in their wings and flew away....so I was quite relieved to find them gone from their home....and not dead on the floor....it was for once a happy ending for the bird house at 218 East Sixth Avenue...but what has prompted this particular blog was what I found this morning.....as Dylan, Winston, and I made our way out the door this morning...I couldn't but help notice all these feathers in the backyard.....a dead bird....not just a dead bird...but a bird that had been brutally attacked...a horrifying scene....feather forensics I am sure would support my claim...it was obviously one of our gray doves.....I could tell by the color of the feathers.......no actually dead carcass needed...the gray doves that I loved so much...they made such beautiful music as they called back and fourth to each other...so what terrible thing could be responsible for this massacre....it wasn't Winston...he is scared of birds.....not Mr Mooks...he is so fat and no claws....I called Collin immediately with my terrible news and findings.....case was solved...Collin was not as nearly upset as myself...infact he thought it was pretty cool that a declawed fat cat could take out a bird.....he found Mr Mooks protecting his prized catch before I got up this morning.....I was not nearly as impressed....a little more of my wildlife gone.......once again ...I did though see a beautiful big squirrel walking the fence the other day....perhaps we can put up our squirrel house and that will give me something else to worry and fret about.......until next time