The other day, I was out front chatting with a neighbour, when I noticed a bit of a crime scene in the grass.
Judging by the length of the feathers, we figured it was a Mourning Dove. Now… there are a couple of suspects when it comes to bird murder around here. We’ve got a variety of raptors – hawks, eagles, falcons. And of course, a pile of neighbourhood cats. Fryburger, who lives across the street, is a precision birder.
But… as we were chatting… suspect number one came sauntering up…
And yes….
That’s some very compelling evidence hanging out of his mouth (and there was literal blood on his paws) Still… to remove all chance of reasonable doubt… I reviewed our security footage. The feathers were actually the secondary scene. The victim was assaulted in the front garden… then carried off to the secondary scene where disection and consumption occured. And yes.. it was a mourning dove.
It just makes this plaque I found at the thrift store last year, all the more apropos.
Wandering Cat Studio 
Oh dear! We too find clumps of feathers every other day or so. It’s only natural, but I hate it.
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Furby, you could have been the model for that garden art!
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I think it is so funny that he was caught ‘red-handed’ so to speak!
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Innocent! He was framed….lol
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ugh oh . cats out of the bag. Beautiful cat. I thought they couldn’t get into the catio,,,,,oh wait, the neighbor s cat.
Too many songbirds declining from kitties…
kathy b
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Furby, oh Furby. You rascal. We had no internet OR phone at the campground so I’m trying to catch up tonight. I’m going to try to go back and read all the past posts tonight or tomorrow.
Blessings and hugs,
Betsy
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