This reminds me of Alex's one and only hunting attempt...which was quite accidental. The house we were living in then had a huge fenced in dog run which opened from the garage. I let her out to do her thing, she shot off the step, made a dive, I heard a squeak and when the dust settled, she had a (now dead, thank goodness!) mouse in her jaws. The funny thing was that judging by the look on her face she had absolutely no idea what to do with it...I'm not even sure she knew what she'd done, just that the instincts kicked in. I dashed back into the house, grabbed a treat, and she quite happily traded dead icky mouse for yummy treat. Hunter wanna be, maybe?
Paula & Alex