I was on the computer yesterday when i heard my Dad shouting at Oscar outside,i went down to see what all the racket was about only to see that Oscar had just eaten a whole,live BABY BIRD!
He had been paying a lot of attention to a cedar tree that day,and i couldn't figure out why because i couldn't see anything in it,well there was obviously a birds nest in it.
So that was bad enough,but to make matters worse i went out to Oscar after he had his dinner to see him attacking a shrub type bush thing on the other side of the garage. Underneath that bush on the path(the bush was on a raised part) was another dead baby bird. This one must have fallen when he was attacking the bush because Oscar didn't notice it. But then another baby fell but Oscar was quick to get it. He had it and ran off with it up the garden,with me in my socks trying to get the poor bird off him. He dropped it and the bird moved,and he pounced on it.
At this point it was still alive and both me,in my socks,and my mum,who had shoes,were trying to get oscar. We finally cornered him in his run and he spat the bird out. I grabbed him by the collar and rushed him inside.
But the bird was still ALIVE !!!
So we scooped it up with gloves and tried to find its nest. We couldn't find it,but even if we did either the cat or the dog would soon get it again.
So we made one,out of a box,paper and leaves and put it in a higher tree,in the hope its parents would get to it.
All we could do was wait and see what happened..............................
......I got up this morning and went to check on the bird,but it had died. Probably out of shock.
The poor little birdie!!!
But i had an opportunity to do something here,i could show Oscar how to behave around the bird,whether it was dead or not.So i showed it too him and let him have a sniff,and rewarded him for not trying to take it,
I don't know if it did any good,to be honest. It probably didn't but i still liked the fact that Oscar didn't try and run off with it again. And he probably knew that it was dead.
He is a hunting beagle after all,he likes to chase birds,hunt for rabbits,although he has never caught one,stalk birds in the garden and chase the cat. But she has scratched him many times now,you would think he would have gotten to message by now! So what can i say? That i am angry with him? Because i am not,i am actually quite impressed that he could pick up and remember the scent of the birds without being trained,it just goes to show how amazing his nose actually is.Its his instinct,he was doing what he was bred to do,or at least as close as he could get!
And i think this just goes to show how cruel nature can be!
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