Last week she was flying escape cat, but now Winged Victory seems a better name. I’ve only just started letting her out, and today, bam! one moment she was sitting under a bush, and the next she had a bird in her mouth. A wren. Winged victory over wrens.
This time I praised her and patted her, but she didn’t let go fast enough to save the wren. Too bad. She’s obviously an experienced hunter.