I usually try to post a picture or two when I blog, but not with today's post and I think you will agree with me.
The cats have been good at hunting lately. They are not as good at eating/burying/ hiding their kill.
I came home last night to a dead chipmunk in the garden behind the house. Based on the lack of blood, I'm guessing it was Bandit who got this one. He cat-and-mouses the poor things to death. Curley on the other hand goes immediately for the jugular.
Another tell-tale sign is that this poor victim was still relatively unscathed. I don't think Bandit ever learned to appreciate the epicurean delight that is small woodland creatures. Curley usually digs right in, leaving only the tail for evidence.
Don't get me wrong, the cats are well-fed. In fact, I need to go buy another 20 lb. bag of cat chow later today. I also have not seen any mice around here. There have been some brightly colored feathers found around the property, so yes they do go after song birds from time to time. I think of it more as genetic selection - if the birds are stupid enough to be caught, do I really want them procreating? Usually what I find are some fledgling remnants - again, Bandit's calling card as Curley enjoys her poultry fresh and rare.
I'm just hoping we are well past baby bunny season.
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