We heard a growling, and Lilith came hurtling up the stairs with a small (dead) bird in her mouth, and Ron in close pursuit; no idea who was making the noise, but we’ve never heard either of them sounding like that before!
We think Lilith dropped it, and Ron picked it up, and he wasn’t about to give it up .. we chased him round the house, even resorting to the squirty water thing, but the unfortunate bird remained clamped firmly in his jaws. In the end, we shut him in the garden, and then had to watch through the patio doors as he consumed it with remarkable efficiency, leaving just a neat pile of feathers. Not even a beak to be seen. Impressive.
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