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Birds of Prey.

The feather came spiraling down to the ground. I could not see where the feather came from but I was fascinated by its movements. Another feather followed the first one then two birds flew at each other and a if one can call it that a bird fight took place before my eyes. Both gave as good as they got then another bird arrived and three were piling in to each other, Pecking, scratching even with their wings they were having a go at each other they stopped for a few moments and I realized that they were three crows. They started fighting again and a large Barn Owl, possibly attracted by the noise the birds were making.   The Barn Owl now joined in. She the Barn Owl had no favourites and attacked all three. One Crow flew off it had, had more than enough. Then the next flew off, the remaining Crow had no chance against the Barn Owl and it too flew away.

I had seen enough fighting for one day and I too wandered away back home. As I entered the living room I found it to be quiet, something was missing. Then it struck me my Canary birds and in another cage my two budgerigars were not making any sounds. Switching on the lights I saw all four birds lying on the floors of their cages. The first thing that went through my mind was the birds fighting in the park. Was there some kind of bug going around that only attacks birds?  Did my two Canaries fight each other till they both died on the floor of their cage. My budgies were they too affected by this weird bug, did they fight each other to death. I will never know and the radio gave no news of any new bugs that made birds fight. I will not get any more birds for pets. I have come to the conclusion that I am not able to protect birds of any kind. Why even in the park I did nothing to stop the crows and even when the Barn owl joined in I did nothing to stop the fighting. No, no more pets for me. I now think that I am a coward for not having the courage to join in and stop the fighting. What a thing to have to admit, I am a coward I have not the courage of my convictions. Shame on me. Yes it is I your scribbler that has admitted this serious crime of not stopping birds from killing each other even my own pets why was I not at home when they started to fight. I could have stopped them I just know I could have but I wasn’t there. Bern