Do not be fooled by the drop of leftover milk on the chin, Marley is no innocent. He looks as if butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth – but not only can butter melt, he’s turning into a voracious hunter. He killed a wren, a tiny, pretty WREN!
My mum was incandescent. He jumped on the window ledge with something in his mouth and mum thought it was a mouse. When she went outside to get a better look she discovered it was a poor little wren, neck broken, still warm and newly dead. He caught a mouse a couple of weeks ago but let that go.
Mum says he is not to go after wrens but tackle something like pigeons which she hates. He’s big enough to manage it, let me tell you.