The "Bye, Bye Birdie" Story

It was an ordinary day. It's 6:30 AM and I'm sitting here reading the rest of Stuart Woods' Deep Lie. Great novel, but I'm prejudice, since I'm not sure yet if I'm a relative or not. I'm almost certain I'm not related to Tiger, but I've emailed Stuart and haven't heard back from him yet. I'm looking out the window of our villa on St. Martin while I'm reading. Then ..... crash! A small bird flies into the big sliding glass door. I watch as he kind of recovers, but he is having trouble with his one leg. He pulls himself under the table on the back porch and just sits there. Now what do I do? I can see that it literally scared the crap out of him. Then his buddy shows up and sits next to him under the chair next to him, encouraging him to follow him. And then the second bird takes flight an the injured bird suddenly drops his head and doesn't move. Oh my gosh! He's dead. Poor guy. And then I see it. A stray white cat is moving toward him. Very slowly, across the deck, not knowing what to expect. The bird doesn't move. He's PLAYING DEAD! I've never seen this before. Great acting, but of course, it's the difference between life and death. I've seen the white stray on several other days. Looks like he could use a good meal, but I don't think today would be a good time. I get out of my chair and the motion of my moving startles the cat. He turns and looks in the window at me and scatters. Shortly the other bird returns and sits by the chair and starts to make noises. The "dead" bird puts his head up and starts to move. I walk in to the bedroom to tell Carol about what is happening. She is thrilled to hear all about it at 6:45 AM. I return and the bird hops onto the seat of the chair. Looks better. Than he turns his head toward me, moves it like he saying "thanks" and takes off. Wow! He started my day off on a positive note! All except the poop that I now have to clean up. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.