This morning on our walk, when Bogie and I were passing under a street lamp, a large moth fluttered by and attracted his attention.
Rather than leave, or fly higher, the moth fluttered around, in front of Bogie, behind him, between his legs. Bogie kept twisting, whirling, turning and snapping until finally he caught the moth.
And ate it.
They turn to dust if you squash them. I can’t imagine that it tasted very good.
But he was quite pleased with himself.
And I was very entertained for a few minutes.
