The morphing of Luke and Leia continues. Today she caught her first chicken. Luke was the hunter and he never shared his spoils. Her wouldn't let her anywhere near his catch . Now, she became the hunter and she was delighted with herself She trotted along the entire length of the trail with the poor, scrawny thing hanging from her mouth; it's long, limp neck dangling. At least it died quickly. The only marks were on it's neck. She didn't shred the feathers with fangs, like her brother. He should have been a chicken plucker, (except for when he swallowed one whole as a pup. That's a story for another day.) She just carried it like a prize. At one point, it's wing was over half her face, covering her eye like half a Mardi Gras mask. Wish I'd had a camera. When we got to the water she finally let go of it for a minute to put it in the ocean, so I grabbed it. With it's feathers wet, it looked even scrawnier. Not much meat on this one. My friends who live at Keei beach got a plastic bag and disposed of it for me. I didn't want to ride home with a wet, limp bird.
We do have another hunter in the house. The score for this week - Lilo the cat - 5. Rats - 0
The birth of a new huntress!
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