The documentation of this showdown got off to a slow start as I scrambled for my trusty but often sleepy camera while these two love birds (ha!) ate from the same crap on the ground and hung out less than an inch away from each other...
people stopped in their tracks to watch this bizarro scene...the kitty then pawed at the birdy and the birdy hopped away...
my camera woke up with a yawn and...
well, the rest is .... history, people!
The little birdy, R.I.P, had a full and prosperous life.
Heather Harner, I hope this is in jest because if you just sat there like some cold-hearted, uncaring New Yorker and watched that bird get killed you are sick! How could I have married such a woman?!?
You are no better than a bird-murderer.
J'accuse!!!
Posted by: Perry at June 9, 2003 12:51 PMThis makes me sad.
Posted by: Jodi at June 9, 2003 9:26 PMThe longtime former SF Chronicle Columnist, Herb Caen,
used to refer to pigeons as "flying rats".
Indeed, I just hope the cat didn't get indigestion!
Posted by: daniel at June 9, 2003 9:35 PM
