I was raised indoors by a very nice lady who adopted me as the mascot of a cat shelter. When I was two years old, I got sick and tired of all that sharing and so naturally, I started to defend my territory. I made life as miserable as possible for all of the newcomers, and even the old timers learned to stay clear of me. While this seemed important to me for my own sanity, the lady in charge of the place was none too happy about it and ultimately allowed one of my many human admirers to take me to his house. He is ok, I guess, and after about a year he and I moved to a house in a small town with big yards and quiet streets.
Well, you can just imagine how awful it was for me to have this big ol' yard out there and all of those birds flitting around.... with me inside all of the time they just ignored me and took full run of the yard. Then as I sat at the patio door watching the birds (and maybe drooling a bit), my human came over and asked me if I would like to be an outdoor cat with full house privileges whenever I wanted. I won't describe the shameless display that I put on.... not a pretty sight.... but I did want him to understand. Then the most remarkable thing happened: he opened the sliding door without blocking my escape!
Needless to say I jumped at the chance and as luck would have it, there was a fat and juicy looking scrub jay on the ground..... not twenty feet away. I crouched low and watched till he turned his back then I inched my way closer and closer to him till I was just sure that I could get him and then I sprung and with all the speed I could muster, ran toward him. His response to this was to just look at me with derision, and fly away.... and as if that wasn't bad enough, he only flew up to a tree-branch and then he taunted me by making more noise than I ever thought that birds could make.
The next long-time was spent honing my crouching and waiting skills, but no luck at all. I gave up on this strategy and stayed indoors for a while to develop a new one. Please remember that I never had lessons when I was a kitten..... they just taught me useless stuff like where to pee and when to be quiet. Finally after watching the birds for a long time, I realized that the one place that they went to and were not very cautious was the bird feeder. So I got all enthused about this discovery and got my human to let me out (he wasn't doing anything, anyway.... just sitting there with a book in his hand, looking at it as if it meant something). I went to the fence directly below the bird feeder and hid in the plants near the fence. Sure enough, a little sparrow landed on the perch of the feeder and I knew that my patience and planning had finally paid off. But when I jumped up the fence to nab the little snack, he flew away.
After two long-times of this kind of hunting, I realized that they ALL fly away before I can get up that fence. Time for plan C.
But.... I didn't have a plan C.
So it was back to the house for more observation and cogitation. I watched and I watched and I thought and thought about what to do that would allow me a meal of my own choice.
Finally I came up with the most brilliant of strategies! I made my human take a picture for you all to learn from so that if you can get outdoors, you won't have to go through all of this. I will have to admit, though.... I still have not caught one of those delectable little morsels.... they never seem to be hungry at any predictable time. But when one of them is hungry, I will finally get my fresh toy/meal. Here is the picture (at the top of the page) and I hope that you can find a similar place to hunt as I am absolutely positive that this one can't miss!