Dead.
I peered out my back door this morning to see how bad the predicted ice storm was last night and came face to wing with a dead bird. Not just any dead bird but a poor creature that had been torn apart, it's wings separated, head torn off and bird guts all over my deck. I don't know what to do with this. I can't hardly bring myself to look at it, much less clean up the carnage. Also apparent around the animal, paw prints, clearly demonstrating that one of my neighbor's dogs has done this. I can't look at it. I can't stop thinking about it. I'm a bit freaked out.
My dog has never done such a thing... preferring stuffed things with artificial squeakers to other critters. I can't fathom what I'd do if the day came that he brought me a dead bird. Right now I figure I just won't go outside EVER again. Help.