It wasn’t Bubba our cat:
It obviously wouldn’t be the innocent robins or starlings that love to splash around. No, the guilty party was more surprising. I was calmly doing dishes (and probably singing) when suddenly I glanced up and was met by this sight:
And when she had her fill and jumped off to explore our yard, the incriminating evidence was left behind. For some reason this turkey has taken a fancy to our yard and I’ve seen her a couple of times (without her clan). One time, I saw her trotting up and down our hill aimlessly. Puzzled, I looked closer and noticed that our cat was silently stalking behind her. Bubba didn’t have a chance with her, yet he was determined to show her who was boss.