Lughnasa College Moon
While cleaning out the garden shed, a tarp got shook out. Mice scattered from a nest in one of its corner. Amusement ensued. Vega quickly found a mouse, put it in her mouth and trotted off to slide under the shed and enjoy her prey. Gertie pounced around, finding, then losing a quick grey mouse. Ah. Finally. She has it in her mouth. Then. Oops, it’s out of her mouth on the ground. Gertie’s a retriever by instinct. When the retrieved starts squirming around? Big surprise.
Rigel came out, pounced with her powerful shoulder muscles thrusting her jaws down. She caught her mouse and ate it, all in the same sequence of actions. Kepler nosed the mouse who escaped from Gertie, but couldn’t make himself get interested. He’s a guard dog. A mouse? Not important.
