Dang cats are in a bird hunting frenzy. One of them caught a scrub jay Saturday and brought it in. The Engineer and I tried to corner Sachi, who had the bird in her mouth, but she dropped it and it flew up to the highest part of the living room ceiling. The Engineer got out the latex gloves, butterfly net and step ladder again, but managed to fall off the step ladder and land on his bad knee. I caught the jay (barehanded, oh, the cooties!) and let it go outside.
Today I got home from the car repair and they had a house finch. I took that one away from them too. Then hurried to clean up the evidence and vacuum before I went out again to vote.This is getting really old, and I know the birds like it a whole lot less than I do.