We came home from an outing the other day to discover that Hunter had finally proved her name, greeting us at the front door with a dead bird. It was her first kill (that we know of), and she was very proud of her prize. Eva and Amanda were both disturbed and fascinated.
“Why did Hunter kill the bird?” Eva wanted to know. “That’s naughty!”
“That’s how God made cats, honey. They hunt to feed their kittens. Hunter doesn’t have any kittens so she’s sharing with us. She doesn’t know we don’t eat birds.”
That made her laugh. “Hunter, you silly! People don’t eat birds!”
Amanda looked concerned. “Is the bird going to die?”
“She’s already dead, sweetie. She’s not hurting anymore.”
Relieved, Amanda turned to the bird and said soothingly, “It’s OK, bird. It’s OK.”
“Don’t touch. Daddy’s going to bury it in the backyard, OK?”
Amanda ran to the door and yelled, “Daddy, hurry up and bury the bird before it dies!”
I guess the whole death concept is still kind of fuzzy. But that’s OK. Reality dawns soon enough for all of us.
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