This is Preggers, my son and daughter-in-law's cat, enjoying the warmth of the wood burning fireplace on the cooking counter during the winter. There is a small sofa right in front of the fireplace and for the first few days here, I stretched on the sofa with book and journal enjoying the ambience. As I wrote a few days ago, Preggers is a neighborhood stray that turned up in their former apartment; they assumed she was pregnant, thus the name Preggers. Preggers is the kitty who surprisingly turned up in the moving van at their current home and now has a heated cat condo on the deck--and a cat door that leads into the laundry room when the weather is too cold outside.
Fortunately we had no fire yesterday when Laura heard a commotion inside the fireplace. It was a small bird trapped inside, that my son later said was a starling. It was the second time in the last few weeks that a bird was trapped inside.
Laura was not successful in getting the bird out, but Joe got the bird out easily when he got home from work and let him go into the wild.
Again, life's synchronicities--no fire in the fireplace, and compassionate people to let the starling back to nature--and no Preggers in sight watching the drama in the fireplace.
I just wish my blogging friends who often post photos of birds, Endment, Mary Lou and Rain, were here to help me identify all the beautiful birds I've seen over the past few days. If I were to ever spend significant times here, I'd be out there with my Birds of North America--and would probably become a birder. That's something I've toyed with even down in L.A.