I killed this baby bird who fell out of its nest.
The bird was hopping around the backyard and of course I had to attack. I just couldn't help it! It's in my blood. Nina knows I have a strong prey drive but she was still shocked when I pounced on the bird, chomped down its frail body, and started to shake it violently. The bird had a foul (no pun intended) taste which was apparent by the expression on my face. I dropped the bird and sniffed it one last time to make sure it was good and dead. Then I went about my day, prancing around the lawn.