Fallen Angel

Like a fallen angel, a bird caught most likely by Maxy, lay as a defeathered gift on my lawn when I arrived home from work. Maxy has become quite the hunter as nearly three birds a week falling to his lightning strikes. Once I saw him watching a bird fly up and down just out of his reach, or so thought the bird as he sprung from a sitting position nearly a metre and a half into the air to pluck the bird out of the air.