* Original Mr. Kannoli artwork by talented local artist Ms. Heather George :)
It’s been a while since I have shared a Kannoli Aviary Update. Someone once told me that if you have a pair of finches that are good at being mommy and daddy you will be blessed with many, many, many baby birds. They weren’t kidding. Remember a few months ago when we brought home 2 birds? Then we watched with baited breath and anticipation as they nurtured and loved their first born. Now we have 6! Yep….6 birds. From 2 to 6. It’s crowded in the cage. We went to the pet store to “return” a few, but they need to be a bit older. Samuel (5 year old bird enthusiast and owner) is quite literally despondent over the thought of not keeping them all.
Meanwhile…it’s summer vacation at the Kannoli house. The kids are finished with school and bedtime has been “moved back” a bit. With the later bed time, we also hope for later waking. This would all be well and good if it weren’t for the 6 finches that start making very loud noises (in the boy’s room)... at about 5:30 am.
So I get an idea. Let’s house the birds on the back porch for the summer. The other birds live outside, right? So we set up a lovely little table under the awning, where they would be protected from the elements, but still enjoy the outdoors and the weather while leaving our mornings a little more peaceful.
Sam checked on them several times through the evening…asking them if they were alright. I guess they told him “yes” because he never suggested that we bring them back in.
Fast forward to 11:00pm on day one of the “Outside Living Experiment”. Mr. Kannoli is enjoying the peace that only arrives when the rest of the house has gone to bed. He’s sitting on the couch and reading. He hears a loud noise. What could it be? Something hits the window. “That’s not right” he thinks. He rises from the cushy comfort, puts down his book (or IPad as I call it) and heads to the back porch.
He is greeted by what he describes as a large, mutant size raccoon. Our little bird cage haven is knocked to the ground. Baby birds are cowering and jumping all around the patio. The Mutant Racoon turns to Mr. Kannoli, gets up on his hind legs, shows his claws and hisses. Mr. Kannoi is 6 ft tall. He thinks the Mutant may have been eye level. More like a bear than a raccoon he says. Mr. Kannoli shows his claws and growls back.
The Mutant decides the birds aren’t worth the battle, or maybe just that he already had his fill from our garbage, and takes off. Now here’s the part I love. Mr. Kannoli ran frantically around finding and scooping up birds and getting them back into a dismantled cage. They were all saved!! No one flew the coup or succumbed to the Mutant attack. They sat huddled in a row in their reassembled home making pitiful little noises for a while. The papa bird is none to happy with us. He yells every time we come around. Sorry Papa bird. No…we didn’t realize we were leaving a Raccoon snack when we put you and your family on our porch. We won’t do it again. Don’t be mad. What if we let you keep all your babies?
So that’s it. I’m married to a hero. Samuel doesn’t know this tale of horror…he wouldn’t sleep at night if he did.
On another note. We will soon be adding another member to the Kannoli menagerie. Can you guess what it is? (Those who know…shhhh…..). Clue: It’s my dream pet. A few more weeks and we will share. Coming soon……