Now this one was a beauty, a real catch, not sure what kind of bird it was, it flapped its wings and squawked so it was good enough for me. Now this one was bagged on a quiet Sunday morning while the human dozed in his bed. Thought it would be a nice surprise for him when he got up. This one was alive when it came in with me, and let me tell you it put up quite a fight for it's life, which of course it lost, but it died bravely, and with it's eyes open as well. Anyhow human was pleased to see it, but not so pleased to see the blood splashes up the walls and windows, and even less pleased to see the bird droppings on top of that moving picture box thing! Still a cracking catch none the less, I'm trying for a pigeon next ^. .^