Wednesday was his first real unsupervised cone-free day. I let him outside for a couple hours, and when he came home, I closed the windows and doors so he'd stay home for the rest of the evening. Yesterday, when I let him outside, he brought him his first ever gift to me.
A field mouse.
I was both pleased and horrified. Pleased because he's off using his natural instincts - keeping a rodent from deciding to come into my home now that the weather is starting to chillify. Horrified... because he's never brought home a dead ANYTHING before and he had a much better opportunity, I think, at our previous cottage - which was pretty much infested. Rats galore.
Then again, rats are kinda the a-holes of rodent communities... and Bilbo wasn't much bigger then than a rat...
Anyway - I thanked Bilbo for his generous gift before he decided it was time to eat it... at which time I grasped the mouse by its tail and flung it over the fence into the back field. Blech.
*tear*
They grow up so fast. Seems like only yesterday he looked like this:
