Moses the Hunter

If you keep up with this blog, which I wouldn't "necessarily" recommend because I get boring, I had posted a picture of a delicate nest that was made in my Boston fern on the front porch.  The momma bird had laid some eggs and then, they hatched!  We got to see these amazing itty, bitty, tiny, little, white birds that were literally 2 days old!  Now you might be wondering about the title of this post and yes, you guessed it.  Our stupid, ugly, hateful cat perched himself on the railing one night while we all slept soundly in our beds.  I woke up the next morning to find not only my fern shredded to pieces from him jumping and clawing the basket, but yes, the nest on the ground and all the baby birds gone, gone, and gone.  So for the next 3 hours, we listened and watched two love birds flying like mad in the bushes and on the porch chirping and basically, a frenzy chirping, as they searched for their babies.  Erica and I watched in tears and anger.  Let's just say Moses did not come in that day.  And all Scott could say was, "And he still acted hungry this morning........"  I am not impressed.  We have another nest in the other fern.  And I have strategically positioned pots and porch items so Moses can't reach the basket.  I wanted to take a small board and drive nails through it and lay it on the railing but I got shot down on that idea.  Scott was the voice of reasoning:  "Oh yes, let's do!  Let's injure the cat to save the birds and create a $200+ vet bill.  That makes complete sense to me."  Oh, whatever ...