Here's Mummy Polly looking as though butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.
But early this morning, before we were even out of bed, she bought in a baby sparrow.
We heard the cheeping out in the kitchen and shot out of bed ( well, hobbled more like) to find her in the kitchen with it in her mouth, Tom shouted at her and she fled out of the cat flap into the garden closely followed by Tom, there she dropped it and Tom brought it in.
We placed it in a bowl and rang the local wildlife man who advised us to put it back in the garden.
This was easier said than done as we didn't know where Polly had picked it up.
If you remember, she was a stray and I think she still travels more than the others do.
But as there was nothing else we could do and it didn't seem to be damaged in any way, Tom put it in the next door garden and we got all the cats in and closed the hatch.
The story has a happy ending as Tom noticed a baby sitting on a branch in the tree outside, and a larger Sparrow feeding it, so we're hoping it was the same one. It seems likely.