First Kill of the Season

Al was not done playing and the frog was not as dead as I initially thought. Just wishin' he was.

The poor little froggy is in the house somewhere. Based on Al's interest in getting behind my dresser this morning, I think I may know where.

Al was back at it later in the day, sitting by the pond, waiting for prey.

At the end of the day he came inside with one eye irritated and swollen shut. Something fought back. He's all better now. I expect him to be a threat to the yard denizens all summer. {sigh}