Just this morning our BC Jack "caught" a gawky baby crow that'd fallen from the trees; his predatory skills are so poor it's the only way he'd ever get one, all the squirrels are very safe! Anyway, I told him to leave it, and I couldn't believe my eyes when he did, and the crow just hopped off, feathers ruffled but otherwise fine...
Jack is more than a little crazy: he has a number of obsessons (sticks, balls), and a few quirks (hates kids, hates scooters), but I adore him! I love to hear other BC stories too.
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