By The Cat Called Bob
I was sitting in the front window last week watching it rain when I suddenly dozed off. I was dreaming about chasing my brother and sisters through the woods on a sunny day. We were having such a fun time jumping over logs; climbing trees; looking at ourselves in the water; rolling down a big hill; and warming ourselves in the sun.
As I woke up I heard a pecking at the window. It was my good friend Dutch the bird. Dutch is a Robin. He has a bright yellow bill. He likes to eat worms and other bugs he finds on the ground or just below the surface. I just prefer the food in my dish. I don’t think I’d like worms for dinner.
Dutch had big news. I thought he was there to me he’d see me in the spring, and that he was headed south for the winter. Turns out his big news is that he finished his winter nest and is ready for whatever weather comes our way.
He built it in this tree or bush thing you can see from the side window. It’s like 20 feet tall. I’m not sure if it qualifies as a tree or a bush.
Dutch was telling me he built it deep inside the bush. You can’t even see it from the window. He said he used leaves, twigs, grass, string, fishing line, and some brightly colored yarn he found in the backyard. It sounds like a pretty awesome nest.
He said the nest was so big he was thinking about putting a roof on it for an added layer of protection from wind, rain, snow, and the like this winter. He is still working on those engineering specs.
Dutch said he has an outdoor cat friend who shares his food with him. I thought that was good. One less meal to worry about during the day has to be helpful.
Dutch and I usually talk every day unless it’s raining really hard or something. But even then he pokes his head out of the bush enough to say hey before heading back to his shelter.
Sometimes he chirps early in the morning to wake me up. Other times he sleeps in like I usually do. I don’t really mind either way. If I’m up early, I just take a nap about noon.
Dutch is always flying around. He tells me I need more exercise. He also says nighttime is for sleeping. Apparently it isn’t for running around the house jumping from one chair to another and sliding across the floor into my water dish.
Dutch seems to keep a pretty tight schedule. I think about trying it but it really just makes me sleepy and I have to take a nap. It’s a tough life I live sometimes.