Another one Bites the Dust

I was holding Connor this afternoon after he got up from his nap (he was feeling a little cranky/sick). I had my back to the front window, but he could see out it. He suddenly jumped up and said he needed to go outside to get the bird from the cat. I turned to look, and sure enough, the cat was walking across the drive with a bird in its mouth.

I went out with Connor and we picked up the bird from where the cat dropped it. It was another Savannah Sparrow, the second or third one this year, I think. It was still warm, but definitely dead. I’m not really sure what kills the birds when the cat catches them. They often don’t seem to have any open wounds. Perhaps it is a broken neck or shock.

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