AHAHAHA! Cleo used to do that! He'd climb up as close as he could get to the nest of the purple finches (which was still several feet above him in the topmost and very bendy twigs) and sit there, for *hours*, just waiting for one of them to fly right into his mouth. Endlessly funny. Didn't take him too horribly long to figure it out, but until he did...
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Date: 2008-09-15 11:46 am (UTC)