My cat, Jill, a Ferrell stray, that I took in, shock me by bringing in a beautiful red, male cardinal from our back yard into our house by way of her cat door.It was alive, still wiggling in her mouth. It was a beautiful bright red feathered one with a magnificent black plumage on its head. Truly a remarkable work of "living, natural art".As a youth growing up in Dayton, Ohio, I learned to whistle like a Cardinal from a plastic, red whistle, shaped like the Cardinal birds that I loved to watch and try to communicate with, whenever I encountered one.With one about to be murdered in front of my own eyes and within only a few feet of me, I leaped up, shouted at the cat, which surprised her, causing her to drop the bird. It instantly flew into the house soaring up our open foyer to the second floor of our historic home.I was delighted that it got away from Jill. I raced up the steps behind the bird, which, then, desperately flew into our TV room, just to the east of our bedroom. Now, attempting to escape from me it flew rapidly in all directions looking frantically for an escape route.I closed the bedroom door so our "bird napper" would not be able to do any more mischief and opened up all three windows on the East side of the TV room to "shoo" this incredible creature out.The cardinal was in suck a state of shock that it kept flying into the walls, instead of the now open windows. It appeared that it would going to do severe harm to itself. I, instinctively, holder, "Stop that", very forcefully, and, stunningly, it did.I was able to open the window wider enabling it to fly out. As if to thank me for saving it, it made a circle coming back to let me know that it was OK. It was a transformative moment for me.I love birds, too!
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