His Nibs caught his first bird today. I take the accusations that he's rubbish at catching birds back. However, he hasn't a clue what to do with them once he's caught them. I watched him changing his grip on the bird, watched the starling get more and more bored and finally managed to convince Rover to give over. The bird was fine, not a scratch and just a few missing feathers. It even perched on my finger for a bit to straighten some of the mussed feathers before flying off in a huff. Rover the soft-mouthed bird-cat. ^^
He's such a flannel softie (but don't tell him I said so, he's still convinced he's the king of the jungle and very dangerous...)
Himself, perched:
Two minutes later:
And this is about all I see when I let him out...:
Report on the move to follow. ^^