Every day this week and twice on Monday, Sophie has come trotting into the house with a butterfly she has caught - mainly cabbage white and a brown one which I couldn't identify as she had already eaten most of it
I don't know where she finds so many as there don't seem to be that many around here at present. OH rescued one and put it out, but the others were past help.
She has also started a new trick. When we play with da bird and she catches it, she carries it over to my husbands slippers or shoes by his chair and pushes the bird into them. I don't know why, but I think she is totally puddled at times. She has now got me to turn on the washbasin tap when I'm in the bathroom, so she can play with the water. Come to think of it, maybe we're both loopy