I have no idea how she got up there, but she was clearly stuck for hours and making the most pitiful frightened noises. However, I'm yet to find a cat that wouldn't be coaxed by a can of sardines. This one was down in no time.
We've seen some foxes around, and no signs of Mr. Duck for at least a week. Coincidence? I'm afraid not. We're going to miss our feathery neighbour. Serves as a warning for us in case we decide to get a couple of chickens; we'll have to make sure they have a safe, protected area.
When I went out to hang the laundry today, I saw that one of the neighbours' pet rabbits had escaped again. Since my neighbour is still recovering from the birth of her little baby boy, and there was no one else around, I boldly volunteered to try and catch the wee bunny before it's eaten by a stray cat or fox. I sure had to do a bit of running around, then made a wild leap for it. After making sure my back is still intact, I proudly returned the protesting rabbit to its cage. Spent some time chatting with my neighbour, while admiring her little one who was peacefully nursing. It seems incredible that just a couple of short weeks ago, this tiny little human being was hidden away in his Mom's tummy. Every birth and every child is such a miracle.
There is now fresh clean laundry on the line; bread on the rise; a beautiful, seasonal salad on my plate. And some ironing still left to do. Perfect day.