I heard Bee screaming her head off out on the front porch and went to investigate.
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That bird is dead. Real dead. Bee demanded to bring it inside and tried running in between my feet. "Are you drunk?" I asked her.
I made a huge fuss over her and her prize and eventually got it off of her. It was a Cedar Waxwing. We've never even seen them on this property and I have no idea at all where she found it or how on earth she snuck up on one.
Watch your backs, birds. Bee's on the hunt.
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