An ordinary morning after last evening's heavy rain. The usual feeding brushing routine takes place, all is calm.
The 'Buttercup Farm' beast, the farm's mouse catcher (in other words a cat) usually queues up for breakfast too but to my surprise she was late this morning.
When she eventually turned up, I noticed her very proudly walking down the drive, head up high but with something hanging out of her mouth.
This 'something' turns out to be a dead bird, which she promptly dropped in front of my feet, looking at me very pleased with herself. "Look what I've got!"
Alas, although I like birds and I have built a bird feeder, it is nature's way for a cat to hunt. Although I could do with her catching that mouse we all think lives on the farm. I like mice too, but it is a bit annoying when all the food in the storage area is being nibbled at.
Normally I enjoy listening to the gentle eating sound the crew makes during their breakfast but today it interupted by a quite unsettling 'crunch' and 'crack' sound in the background while the cat was devouring most of the bird.
On this note: I wasn't expecting the cat to eat the feathers, too ... but she did.
She was kind enough to leave the cleaning up to me!
'Yum!'
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