He is most definitely a bird fancier. I pity the feathered fool that lands in the garden when he is on the prowl.

He likes to roll over whilst killing Da Bird.

Pre-moth slaughter. His hit rate is pretty good and seems to be getting better.

Cute tongue – rough as sandpaper and very ticklish on my leg.

Fortunately the boy prefers to play with (and not hurt) little frogs, though it is a disturbing scene. The frog seemed quite unharmed after the experience and hopped off into the undergrowth. Photos taken by the MIssus.