A hunting we will go

When Archie arrived a few weeks ago he was so shy he hid in a box for the best part of a week. Now he tolerates being stroked, loves stretching out on the sofa or in front of the stove and explores the garden and fields around the house. Today he returned from his exploration with lunch. He ate half, the front half; including the head, ears and one leg. The other foot (lucky) and the back half he saved for later. I disposed of it.