Hunting

I caught a bird on Monday. Mom didn't realize it was a bird at first. She saw me take off running and heard the snap!crunch!squeaksqueaksqueak and thought "Oh, my God. She's finally caught that damn squirrel." I think she was afraid I was going to get bitten. When she realized it was a bird, she asked me to put it down, and I did. Then Leo picked it up and tried to make us all chase him around the yard. Mom finally grabbed his tail and got him to spit my bird out, then she put us both in the house while she cleaned up. It was dead by then...