Our beasts never take time off.
The Lady and I just did our ritual cleaning under the bed, which is to say we cleaned their ritual graveyard of three birds and organs of at least 4 gophers.
Field mice (popcorn) are two bite affairs. Meadow Voles are a little more fun and sometimes there is a Spleen.
Gophers suck. First, they are juicy. And if mature, more than one meal. Usually we find a collection of digestive tract, spleen, and head… all thoughtfully arranged with some wild grasses to accent the moment.
Of course, there are birds, too. This is usually found in a range of different presentation from a light “esplosion” ( a few feathers and perhaps a wing) to the full ‘splosion with feathers in s 2’ radius and all sorts of various arrangement of parts.
One time, a baby turklet was carefully brought in by one of our little friends. It was not injured and we were able to get it out the door.
Another time there was a woodpecker. Everybody was interested until little Sparq let it go… none of them wanted anything to do with it. That was a little more challenging to get out the door, but eventually we did.
Sometimes Poppy will bring in one of our local lizards.
Lastly, while they will all catch them, none of them will eat the roof rats. Those are usually found whole and clean.
We have of course been woken up by critters being let loose in our bed. This includes an injured bird that could fly just enough to up the sport ante. The Lady and I just pulled the covers over our heads and hid until we heard the fateful “crunch.”
Sometimes they would lose something in the bed and I would have to help them find it.
This is part of living with 4 feral born obligatory predators.