A raptor of some sort (we have hawks, vultures, and owls here) must have hit a dove or pigeon in our back yard because a good ten square feet of grass were littered liberally with feathers (the longest ones were dark about halfway down the shafts then turned white, and the down was white). I just raked them up—didn’t find any body parts so I’m guessing those were eaten by the raptor.

The only reason I saw this was that Someone had piddled a bit right at the entrance to the breakfast nook litter box (in their defense it was absolutely chokka with poop and pee so I cleaned it early), requiring me to take up the litter-catching mat and bring it outside to hose it down, whereupon I found the murder scene. In any case the floor has been swept and mopped, the broom has been hosed down and is drying with the mat outside, and the feathers have been deposited in the trash bin.

Happy Easter, everybody!