Actually, there were five of them, and they were obviously on the lam, looking guilty, excited, and scared all at once.
"Ian", I said. "Look!!" Ian continued to concentrate on his supper. "Look!" I repeated. Finally: "Look look look look!!!!" He raised his head in time to see the escapees making their way into our driveway. We watched as they headed back the way they had come, but this time over our lawn and that of our neighbours.
Ian called 911 to report the sighting. For some reason, not only did they want know his name and address (which is reasonable), they wanted his birthdate as well. I can see it now: Me: "Help, help!! There's someone trying to get into my house!" 911 Operator: "May I have your date of birth please?"
We shared a glass of wine with said neighbours later. They hadn't seen the cattle. I think we were the only ones who did.
Today, at least 200 Brewers Blackbirds appeared on our lawn. Just passing through, as they do in the autumn.
These are the things that make me happy to live here. You never know what you're going to see next.
