Now that is one tuckered killing machine. She was outside for about five hours before she rattled the doorknob and I let her in. That means she was hunting in the weeds and sagebrush. Chipmunks, mostly. Sometimes she brings them to front door to eat. Evidently the heads, shoulders, and backs suffice. I always make her give up the prey if I can, because the chipmunks are covered with fleas. Usually she lets me, my being head cat and all.
What happened today was, I realized my hand in this. The simple act of putting out sunflower seeds for the birds has consequences far beyond a happy flock of piñon jays. So many seeds get scattered or stolen that I’m surely supporting a thriving community of rodents. This might be related to the fox and bobcat sightings. Coyotes are a given, and they eat chipmunks, too. So does the cat, of course. If I could just get her to eat sunflower seeds directly, instead of turning them into a chipmunk first, there wouldn’t be all this gore on the door mat.