Feral cats thread my raised beds,
seed-head heavy w/ uncut foliage, & pounce on the feeding birds.
I wince. I too am guilty of such
when my crunchy peanut butter*-loaded mouse trap in the open garage
beheaded Mrs. Carolina Wren when she ventured in.
Last supper as it were.
All winter and spring Mr. CW called for her. It was awful.
Finally he found another and they moved across the road
where the people are less feral.
*I hope her last thought was “wow, I’m going to get 1/3 of my daily metabolic needs from this crunchy peanut butter.”