Urban-dwelling creatures are an endless curiosity. Today I came across a scene where a crow, perched strategically on a branch, was swooping down intermittently on a tabby cat stalking a small flock of assorted birds (pigeons and mynahs made up most of the ranks), probably aiming to claw at it to scare it off. The cat had lightning-quick reflexes, though, and dodged every attempt, shrugging the aerial assault off as a minor nuisance.
I have never paid witness to such a thing before, and it was thoroughly refreshing (just like the afternoon shower) to see the animals bringing a bit of their wild side to the concrete and tarmac that comprise the housing estate. More interesting were the unique dynamics of the relationship among the birds - the crow, ironically, was the sole watchman, while the others pecked around sheepishly, looking every bit like potential cat fodder.
Of course, I couldn’t resist stepping closer, and due to my affinity for felines I gravitated toward the hunter, who did not seem the least bit concerned that my approach had scattered its prey, and even let out a little friendly meow. Just then I felt a horrid whoosh right by my head - the crow had obviously acquired a new target. Having no intention of losing an ear to the bird, I reluctantly but hastily left the warzone.
