So I let my dogs (all three of them) out today because they were whining and begging at the door (not an unusual happening). Since it was nice out and I had been trying to wean myself away from the eBay habit all day (unsuccessfully), I wandered out with them.

There I witnessed our male Dachshund sprinting across the yard to launch himself at… a bird. Not a cat. Not a badger. No tetrapods for him. He actually managed to snag a bird as it was taking off.

I watched in amazement as the bird flopped to the ground and then desperately lifted itself up (obviously wounded/stunned) and got half-way up the garden chain fence. This escape was brief as the Dachshund Tennessee leapt once again to knock it down. Tennessee grabbed the bird in his mouth and trotted back to me, quite pleased with himself. He dropped it at my feet as if to say, “Look, I am the mighty hunter!”

Yes, it did fall (pun) to me to have to remove the corpse from the yard.