On closer inspection we discovered it was a young canary.
We caught it and put him in one of my old bird cages. I love EMPTY bird cages. I have at least five hanging around my garden.You can't beat an old bird cage for a easy brooch display.
Within five minutes Charlie had named him Louie. And that's when I knew I couldn't turf him out into the suburban wilderness to fend for himself. Poor "Louie" had an injured claw and was bound to come off second best with Pedro my cat if I let him fly free, so now we have a bird who seems perfectly contented in his bird cage. I just hope we don't have too many Sylvester and Tweety Pie scenarios.
Here's feathery Louie and here's the Betty Jo version.