This morning I started weeding at 7:30. It felt great to be out that early. It was quiet and calm. Perfect conditions for a hunter cat like Bear. All I heard was a furious fluttering and then I jumped up and saw him pinning the robin to the ground. I shouted at him and he looked at me long enough to let the maimed bird get one foot off the ground. Then Bear licked his teeth and sprung up like he was on a pogo stick. The bird went down in a mess of feathers. I felt awful about the bird, but then I thought of his would've been worm breakfast.
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