I’ve held back this information but Henry has moved up in the hunters’ world. Last week he brought home two birds (not at the same time). I praised him profusely, distracted him with a cat treat, and scooped up the birds. Each one was unharmed, if badly shaken. They were both juvenile sparrows.
I placed them outside in a safe place and while Henry was being distracted inside, they recovered their spunk and flew off. I hope they learned their lesson.
Mhm… coming to think of it, they kinda looked alike. … I hope it wasn’t the same bird on both days. Because that would mean: I suck as a teacher.