Chasing Mice

Meet Casper. I managed to sneak up on him this morning while he was snoozing on our bed dreaming of chasing his usual prey of mice and baby birds. He's around 11 now and showing his age, but still brings a few 'offerings' to the back door.
He caught a larger bird once and brought it indoors. Gerry and the two older kids locked themselves in a room while it flapped around, ably chased by Casper and had to wait for me to come home to sort things out. I don't like being too close to flappy things myself, but managed to throw a towel over it and save the day.