Drat that cat! Yar very proudly came in and presented D. with his prize yesterday morning: an adolescent stellar jay. There was no evidence of blood or punctures, but when taken back outside, the bird couldn't or wouldn't fly. You can see how it's holding its left wing in the pic. Talk about a literal 'sitting' duck. Leaving it outside in the yard was obviously *not* an answer.

So we popped it into the cardboard animal carrier, D. came up with a clever perch and we provided water, apple, peanuts (shelled), sunflower seeds, quiet and dark in the east bed room with the rabbit.

I guess that's the good thing about feeding the birds: the peanuts and sunflower seeds were a hit, while the other things didn't appear to be touched. We tried again this a.m., to see if it could fly, but while it could certainly run (and did, leading D. on quite a chase to get it back into the carrier), unfortunately there was no flying. D. called PAWs up in Lynnwood, and confirmed that they would take jays, and off he went this a.m. So we are now birdless in Seattle, and the cats are still prowling outside of the rabbit cage, wondering what we did with their prize.