The Call Of The Wild.

A flock of young feral chickens has appeared across the road, but I fear, not for long. Small, flightless birds are really a bad idea in this neighborhood. Halo ran across the road, waded into the weeds, and snatched one. There were already feral cats, as well, lurking on the sidelines. He's brought his grisly prize home, and is now rejoicing his good fortune on the front lawn.

I'm not pleased that he killed the chicken, but I had no idea they were out in that field, which his prime hunting range. He's a difficult breed to keep occupied, and one of his passions is hunting.