Suicide Birdie

We have an ickle Robin Redbreast in our back garden. He appeared in the morning, and started bob-bobbing about. First he bob-bobbed onto the grass, then onto the fence. Then he bob-bobbed onto the bar underneath the table that Syco's hutch sits on and Daddy pointed him out to me through the patio door. I thought he was cute.

But through the day weird things begin to happen. First Daddy saw him bob-bob onto the table that Syco's hutch sits on and stand on it. Right next to the bars. Syco perked up at the chance to try and claw something, but then he seemed to come to his senses and fly off. But then later on after Syco and Mister Scruffles had been swapped out we heard my sicky-sister-who-felt-better-but-then-got-all-sicky-again-but-is-
now-feeling-better-a-second-time making a noise like a dying badger in the kitchen while she ate her tea. Daddy and I rushed out to see if she was all right but it turned out to be wheezy laughter.

The robin, it seems, had landed in front of Syco. She went all on the alert, ready to disembowel. But then it bob-bobbed very fast over to play with her and before she could do anything it had landed again - on her nose.

Apparently she went a bit, well, syco. But the thing was that being on her nose it was out of reach for any of her usual tactics - biting, clawing and especially kicking unless she wanted to concuss herself with her own back paws. So it got to fly off again unscathed, and Syco had a very embarassed tear around the garden to make herself feel better and settled back down to eating grass again.

Daddy and Amber are very impressed with the Robin Redbreast, though Daddy reckons she will be ready for it next time and all we will find will be a few little red feathers floating forlornly on the wind. But still, what a Brave Birdie he must be.