Back when I lived in the mountains of Arizona, Bonnie Cat caught a Ruphus Hummingbird, and comes trotting inside with said birdie in her mouth, meowing proudly through it. I took the tiny bird from her, and amazingly it was alive and apparently unharmed. So I took it next door to my neighbors, who had hummingbird feeders, to try to get it to drink. Also blew warm air onto it while gently holding it. After a few minutes I could feel rustling, a bit more drinking, and more vigerous rustling, I opened my hands, and the little bird burst out, chittering away. If a bird could cuss it did. And the rest of the summer, when Bonnie was outside, she was dive-bombed by a Ruphus hummer (they're known to be fearless and quite territorial)!
And if you're wondering how she was able to catch the little bird in the first place..
Up in the mountains, when we'd get thunderstorms, the temperature would drop 15 or more degrees in less than 1/2 an hour. The sudden drop would put hummers in torpor, slowing them down, or even making them fall. Often they'll perch in a tree or shrub and wait it out, letting their bodies catch up.



Lyra hasn't stolen anything, but she has apparently visited almost every neighbour already, going blithely inside, including the one who is violently allergic
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