Steve And Muffin’s Bird Of The Week. #1

Hi everyone and welcome back to our bird series! It will be every Wednesday until I run out of bird pictures, which probably won’t take too long since I used most of them already in our first series. Anyway, today’s bird is the “Blackburnian Warbler”. The picture is of the female, gathering nesting material on the ground, the male is orange instead of yellow and is more black and white otherwise. They prefer mature forests of white and black spruce, balsam fir, and white pine in this area. In it’s southern most breeding range it will pick deciduous trees for nesting. They spend most of their time in the tops of these trees and are therefore hard to see except during migration times when they will spend time lower with other warblers and also with flocks of chickadees. They spend their winters in South America, so for a tiny bird they are strong fliers. These birds are smaller than chickadees. They eat large quantities of caterpillars, including spruce budworm. They also eat spiders, flies, mayflies, ants, scale insects, aphids and many others. Their nests are high in a coniferous tree near the end of a branch, up to 80 feet high. Females build the nest of twigs, grasses and spider silk. The nest is about 3 inches (7.5cm) wide and not quite 2 inches (4.5cm) deep. Three to five eggs are common. Both parents feed the nestlings and fledglings. The oldest recorded Blackburnian warbler was 8 years and 2 months old, found during a banding operation, and was released again. Have a great day everyone and God bless!

Steve and Muffin.

©2021 Steve McLeod.

The Investigators, Inc. The Game. Chapter 17.

The night seemed to pass quickly and quietly, I had just woke up and was lying there looking at the ceiling and thinking. It was early. Suddenly the door opened and the doctor rushed in. Kat, who had fallen asleep in the chair, was quickly awake with her gun out until she saw it was the doctor. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw us. “When I saw the guards had been knocked out,” he said, “I feared the worst.” I quickly looked over at the other bed. The cats were gone! And an envelope was lying on the bed. The doctor picked it up and said, “it’s addressed to you,” and he handed it to me.

The note read: “The game continues PI. I know you are in the hospital, so I’m being nice. Starting at noon today you will have 48 hours to find your precious furballs. If not, they will die. Until then, they will be treated very well. If you find them we will do an exchange, your furballs for Kat. Want a clue? House and farm, log and lake, I hope you find them for goodness sake! From a far more beautiful Kat!” I handed the note to Kat. “She always called herself the most beautiful woman in the world,” said Kat. “She needs to look in the mirror more often,” I said, “maybe reality would settle in.” Kat smiled.

Then she got serious. “What now?”, she asked, “she has you backed into a corner, with a choice to make.” “I don’t like being pushed into a corner,” I said, “now it’s going to be my game, not hers. And she’s going to regret starting this game.” I then called Baldwin to see if he had taken Jennifer into hiding yet, he said they hadn’t gone yet so I asked to talk with Jennifer. I then asked the doctor and Kat to leave the room for a few minutes. When Kat came back in I told her everything was all set for my game to begin. “Okay,” she said, “are you going to let me in on this game?” “Yes and no,” I told her with a smile, “we have some serious planning to do though.

I have no intention of letting Katrina get hold of you. But I don’t want to say anything more until we get back home. Baldwin is going to meet us there.” “This better be good if you’re going to make me wait that long,” said Kat smiling. We soon left the hospital and flew back to our chateau. “This is crazy Steve,” said Kat, “Katrina isn’t stupid.” “That’s good,” I said, “then she won’t be surprised by this. Now pick out the right clothes for our trip, and get your backpack ready too.” “Hey, I know what to do my PI husband!,” exclaimed Kat, “and please be very careful.”

Soon Baldwin was on his way to one of his hideaway places with Jennifer. Now Kat and I need to figure out this clue, quickly if possible. “Obviously it’s two locations,” said Kat, “a farmhouse and perhaps a wilderness house, or log house by a lake.” “Yes,” I said, “now, which one do we pick? We don’t have time to make a wrong choice here. I would say it’s a log house by a lake, the last place we were at, or at least close to it.” “That would have been my choice too,” said Kat, “though it doesn’t make sense she would be using the place that Anthony used.” “True enough,” I agreed, “but it must be close to that place. Katrina had to be staying somewhere when she had us playing that wilderness game. So that’s the area we check.”

“Seems too easy though,” said Kat, “why give 48 hours and then give a clue that tells us right where to look for her?” “That part does bother me a bit too,” I said, “unless there is a hidden message in that clue. However, it will take us a while to get back to that spot, but we still wouldn’t need 48 hours.” Reading over the note again it hit me, “it isn’t going to be a fair exchange. The cats are bait, once we free them, that means I have accepted the exchange, then Katrina kills you, right there. You can stay here, Baldwin will surround this place with an army so you’ll be safe.” Kat just looked at me and said, “Steve, you’re my husband, where you go, I go too. I’m not afraid of Katrina.” “Good,” I said, “then let’s get going, we’ve already used up an hour.”

To Be Continued.

©2021 Steve McLeod.