Polly and the Sparrow

This afternoon I was taking some doll photos and as I was not happy with the inside lighting for one of them decided to take her outside. While I was taking my pictures Polly and Cindy came outside to potter around as they often do. It was only when I changed positions that I noticed that Polly was in the crouched position and watching something very closely. On further inspection I saw she was watching a sparrow which was unconcernedly hopping around just a couple of metres away. I immediately put the doll down and focussed on Polly. I did not have my big lens on the camera. I never do seem to have it when I see birds but I could take some photos of Polly watching the sparrow.

I was surprised that the little bird did not seem at all worried about being on the ground so close to a cat. The sparrows are the most confident of the birds that visit my garden. They fly in to eat my lawn seed and lately groups of them have taken to giving themselves sand baths in the gravel under the pergola. This is hilarious to watch and I must try to get a picture.

Anyway Polly decided to make a run at the sparrow which flew a short distance away and carried on hopping about looking for food. Polly tried again and the bird flew onto the fence. I really don’t know if this was a young and inexperienced sparrow or if it knew that Polly was an inexperienced cat who has never hunted birds before.¬† I was able to walk closer to Polly taking more pictures but eventually I went a little too close to the fence and the sparrow decided to fly away leaving a somewhat bewildered Polly to try to work out where it went.

This shows what I already knew that the hunting instinct is there in all cats and why Miss Polly will never be allowed to play in the garden when I am not there to keep an eye on her. If you are wondering, I would not photograph Polly catching a bird I’d have put the camera down and chased the bird away well before that happened.

My images of the sparrow are not good as I didn’t have the right lens and had to crop a lot.


I was born in England in 1957 and lived there until our family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband, David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. In 2015 David became ill and passed away in October of that year. I currently co-write two blogs on WordPress.com with my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania. In November 2019 I began a new life in the house that Naomi and I intend to make our retirement home at Sisters Beach in Tasmania's northwest. Currently we have five pets between us. Naomi's two dogs Toby and Teddy and cats, Tigerwoods and Panther and my cat Polly. My dog Cindy passed away aged 16 in April 2022.

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