Not for the Squeamish

Despite her gorgeous good looks Pushka is a ruthless hunter - you'd think we never fed her. Still we've often said if our ancestry was Siberian we'd probably eat whatever we could.
Whilst she still looks like a puppy she is in fact eleven - but still able it would seem to hunt down & catch any rabbit that has managed to elude the wife's rabbit proof fence. So this was the site that greeted me this morning when I eventually decided to head outside & find out why she hadn't come in for her breakfast. When she was younger there'd have been absolutely no chance of getting that rabbit off her - but now as an (almost) old lady she only ran a few victory laps of the garden before dropping it & heading inside.