Saved by the Tail.
Don't you hate finding feathers on the porch?
We were seated in the dining room when all of a sudden
there was a huge commotion out on the front porch.
We looked up just in time for my husband
to see a bird flying away, escaping by the skin of his teeth
or in this case, by the barbs of his feathers.
You can see what was left behind!
These tufted titmouse birds have either
no fear or lack any sense.
I've seen them land right next to the cat
and once right on me!
Not the black and white one (Spot)
It was Rumbles!
That was one lucky bird, let's hope it learned a lesson.