Franky attacked Lyle!
Franky moved full-time into a nest he made on the telephone pole that is above the yard, and he stopped visiting. It was hard to get used to, and in private I cried when I remembered the fun times we had when he was a baby and I could take care of him and have him sit on my lap during Cheers. I set out a little plate of ground beef grinds and cooked spaghetti noodles, his favorite meal, but he did not touch it and it turned hard in the sun. When I took the plate away he turned his head and did not look at me.
This afternoon Lyle was taking a nap on the lawn and Franky flew down and attacked him! Lyle doesn't wake up very easy during his afternoon lawn naps and Franky really got him good. I hate violence but I can understand why Franky was mad at Lyle. I bet they never are friends.
Lyle had to go to the hospital to make sure his eyeball was OK, and he had to get some shots because someone said that Franky might have the flu. Boy, if I could fight like that when *I* had the flu, I'd be one tough fella! In a way, I am proud of Franky. He only knows a couple of things, and he did what he thought was right. He used bird justice, because he is a bird, and Lyle hurt his mom. I guess he is healthy in that way, even if he might have flu. I am proud that my son believes in justice. He is a good boy, but he has had a hard life.
I will leave some more ground beef on a leaf under his nest. I won't even look at him. The next morning, if it's gone, he can pretend that someone else ate it, and not act like he took help from me. I won't even check.