I took Ouse for her first long post-winter walk today-I bit over 3 miles. She had a good time-she got to sniff lots of stuff, played with two other dogs, and terrorized squirrels.
She also killed for the first time.
We were walking along a spot where there were a lot of broken bird shells-it was pretty obvious there was a nest nearby.
A baby starling hopped along the trail. It look at Ouse for a second too long, and bam-Ouse shot out nailed the bird. I heard a snap and I knew that was it for the bird.
There was surprisingly little blood, and Ouse lost interest after the snap. I disposed of the body and went home.
She had a little extra in her strut on the way home.
In case anyone was wondering, the Lithuanian for starling is Varnėnas..not too far off from Varnas, the word for a crow or raven. I suspect it's some kind of diminutive, but I'm not sure.
It's always so strange to get reminded that while one's pets can be really affectionate balls of cute, they're also stone killers.