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Just a few minutes ago, the porch light being on, Inky-pink, our cat
started batting at something on the outside of the screen door. I investigated
and saw three Bogong Moths.
I think a few words of qualification are called for here, this being a
birders' chat line. I-pink, although fully-grown, is a diminutive, de-sexed
tomcat and he's bird-friendly, or maybe it's bird-scared, he's definitely
bird-scarred. When he was a little kitten he was beaten up by currawongs and
left bloodied and battered, but a trip to the veterinarian, followed up with a
bill for $180 set him straight. Five years on, he still hares for cover when big
birds are calling.
One time, I dropped a freshly-killed House Sparrow next to his brekky bowl
(it had been shredding our lettuce seedlings and no further details
regarding its demise will be divulged, suffice to say it died by my
hands, not by the paws of Inky-pink) but he merely sniffed it disdainfully
and returned to his cat chow and milk.
Finally, Welcome Swallows are nest-building in the ladies' loo behind
the Kippax shops. I know this because a lady told me so, Smarty-sox.
John Layton
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