Cats will be Cats. (Sniff!)

We have this pair of house finches that keeps a nest in our eaves above our living room window. We've seen sets of babies year after year, and this spring we already had one brood grow and fly the nest.

We noticed the parents were busy again, tending to a next set of babies. I'm struggling to get a good photo, but there were three baby heads in this picture, with the mom on the right feeding them.

A few days later, it came time for the babies to start flying...

...And I turned to see Seb actively playing with something in the playroom by the tent.

Uh oh.

Waaaahhhh!


I know it's in their nature. I know.

But really, Seb? C'mon! Give them a chance!

I didn't see any pierce marks or blood, so I hoped it might come to, but no.

Later I went out to look up at the nest, and what should I find but another poor thing on the grass near that living room window.

Cora gave the unfortunate birdies a proper burial.

Needless to say, we kept the cats in the rest of the day, and the following day, until the two nestlings that were left had safely flown up and away from our dangerous yard.