It's a pied flycatcher. It differs from the one we found on Friday morning in one important respect; it's still alive.
Since I don't want to upset blog readers by showing them pictures of dead birds (and really, who would?) I've picked a nice live one. Ours was laid out just by the entrance to our bedroom door and I can only count my lucky stars that neither of us actually stood on it in bare feet groping our way short sightedly to the bathroom in the early hours!
Not quite sure which of the cats to blame for this one. Lorenzo normally presents his catches with a wrapping of grass, but then his catches are normally voles, and Domingo, the now not so placid one, usually confines his hunting to rabbits.
It was relatively unmarked and I'm rather hoping that #whichevercatitwas just found it dead and brought it in as a curiosity. Because it was a sweet little thing and the offering up of small dead things is definitely one of the downsides of keeping cats.
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