Every good horror film (and most bad ones) gets a sequel. Less than a year after the first installment, my dogs are somehow killing birds in the yard again.
Pearl was running around in the house about a week ago with my feather duster. I was about to get all pissed off at her when I noticed a fucking leg hanging out of her mouth. I asked her to drop it, and she went into the play position, wagged her tail, and bounded into the other room. I coaxed her into dropping the bird onto the floor. I put on a latex glove and picked it up with a double-bagged plastic bag (take that, San Francisco).
A few days later I retrieved another victim from Porter. This one was younger, and was freshly killed.
Starbuck was over watching the pups today. Pearl ran into the house with some bird guts in her mouth. Starbuck tidied up that little mess and heard Porter heaving at the back door. She let him out, and he dashed down the stairs and puked up all of his dinner. And the head of a bird. Understandably, Starbuck left that one for me to clean up.
So, what the fuck? I guess if I believed last year that Porter and Rosie were hunting birds together it makes even more sense now that Pearl is in the mix. I need to analyze future remains a little more closely, but I think they are taking young birds that are trying to learn how to fly. Is this total bullshit? Are birds already full grown by this time a year? :shrug:
Cute face or Robinsbane?