Last week or so he killed a baby bunny, which I felt really bad about. There are bunnies everywhere, and I searched for a nest in our yard but I haven't seen one or any sign of one since.
LAST NIGHT K & I were sitting on the couch, watching TV...Crossbone had gone out through his dog door (it was raining, so I assumed he went out to potty) and some time goes by. Next thing I know he's running full speed in the house, comes right to our feet and drops something. Sometimes during the evening he will bring in various sticks or toys from outside, but last night he brought us a DEAD MOLE! I shrieked, yelled at Ken, Crossbone thought I was yelling at him, and sat there staring at us, ears down. I'm waving my arms and Ken FINALLY realized it was a mole, stood up..... and threw a party! He got Crossbone like 17 treats and told him how proud he was and that we'd go to the butcher tomorrow (today) and get him a big ol bone.
So, yes, he is becoming the little hunter. Can't wait to see what lands at my feet next
My parent's JRTs were always killing small animals - mostly opossums, squirrels, mice and chipmunks.