Last week when we trimmed the pine tree at the back of the yard we heard the fussing and carrying on of the robins in the higher reaches of the tree.
Seems we have a pair of robins that have appropriated some real estate up there and had some baby robins.
Yesterday morning, the DH let the dog out.
She went tearing across the yard and literally swatted one of the baby robins out of the air as it took a test flight.
He called her in, and the mama robin was right there on the spot.
But later in the afternoon, as we prepared to mow the lawn, we found the little body.
The dog kept going back to the spot, trying to find it again after I picked it up.
At least I didn't have to do what my son-in-law has had to do several times with squirells and their dog. It seems their dog will catch and maim a squirell, then he has to go out and finish it off. They keep a crochet mallet at the ready for this activity. The whole idea gives me the whillies.
Ok, so the house wrens are starting to take exploratory flights --- I think I'll keep the dog in the house --- she just doesn't understand how strong she is.