It’s not much of a mystery. Not much of a mystery at all; but it was something that needed to be solved.
Who left me this gift of bird parts just outside my patio door? The evidence was fresh. I had to act quickly in order to find and stay on the trail of the culprit that was responsible for this slaughter. Oh yes. The carcass was that of a mourning dove. Dovie was not on her nest in the grape arbor.
The chick had flown off after the start of Dove Season; but Dovie would hang out in the sweet apartment she was claiming as her own like a squatter in a McMansion. She flew down one evening feeling very safe as she landed very close to Pumpkin. Her escape should have been a lesson. Doves have never been guilty of being smart. Since Dovie was nowhere around the garden, I assumed that my patio gift were her remains. Now who committed the deed?
Pumpkin
aka Doo Doo’s
aka The Cutest Baby One
aka Stinky
aka Devil Cat (not by me)
3 comments:
Uh oh. Gruesome. Your photos are quite chilling.
The dirty little secret of doves is that they're kinda aggressive. For someone whose blog is named after doves, I can appreciate the irony that these birds of peace are actually pushy bastards.
Oh My..I hope it was a quick and painless death for the poor Dove..:(
My guess is that the dove had a slow, tortuous death. That seems to be the way cats operate. They play with their prey until the prey is no more.
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