Our dog Bessie would like us to know that the fledgeling bird that banged into our fence was her first live kill. The robin was easy to catch!
The he trouble was after the bird was in her mouth a bunch of things started happening at once. Suddenly the yard was full of screaming birds! Robins, cardinals, starlings, every bird in the neighborhood was calling fluttering, cawing, and screaching at Bessie.
Then there err was me, quickly coming up and looking at what it was that she had caught. A baby robin, still alive.
By the time I got putside with a big ziplock bag, the bird was dead, and I bagged it still intact.
Afterword: for the rest of the day Bessie was a bit to handle. She was far more aggressive than usual, throwing herself into windows and doors at full force.