When I got home from work today, my husband was really upset. Seems that he let our little Sophie out, and she ran straight to the fence and grabbed a baby bird. By the time he was able to grab her, the bird was screaming for its life, but he couldn't get her mouth open. Finally, she dropped it, but it was dead. He buried it, and now he is really sad. It was an ugly black bird, but we do have some very pretty birds around too. I don't like this time of year. We have to be so careful. This is her third baby bird!!!
