Okay, so this morning caught one of my Finnish girls (missing a few feathers, oops! A lot of birds are moulting or bedraggled right now after the long winter) running around with a dead rat in her beak...
Well, not an entire dead rat...
...more like the pelt, tail and back legs of a dead rat. I suspect it was killed by a barn cat. The birds are more than happy to take care of corpses! :P
Everybody was fighting over the (barf) prize! Debbie snatched it away from her Finnish friend...
...then somehow George ended up with it, although it was passed around amongst the ducks after this was taken. Usually I take things like this away from the birds but you know, this morning I just did not have the stomach for disposing of a deflated half-rat. Sigh.
Meanwhile, the cats all wanted cuddles so it took me extra time to get my chores done!
Isn't Archie a gorgeous boy?
And his Greek cousin Buttercup insisted on napping in my lap.
Yesterday Honey feel asleep on my shoulder while I was sitting at my desk.
Cats, gotta love 'em. Rats, not so much.