"Quack, Quack Mom!"

As most children, Abigale wakes up and is very happy. Today she woke up, climbed off my bed and toddled to the living room. A few minutes later, my bird lover, comes into my room saying "Mom, quack quack!" over and over. It took a bit for it to register as to what she was waving, head flopping from side to side. Once realization set in to what my 20 month old was holding, I sat up said "Abi that's an icky bird!" I don't think I startled her, but at first that's what it looked like because she abruptly dropped the bird. Next came screaming and tears. Confusion was all I felt at first. Why was she so upset and scared?
I looked at the bird, wondering if it was still alive. The limp, lifeless body was not moving. Examining my daughter's fingers, I found one that had a pinch mark on it. The only conclusion I can come to is that the bird came to life just long enough to get an intrusive toddler to stop the waving of his body in the air. "Let me die in what peace and dignity I have left, darn it!" he must have been saying.
My living room was left with the feathers of his abusive death. The kitchen decorated with black and brown flecks. What kind of bird it was I am not sure. But I think it was a Robin youngster. Older than the picture I found for this post, but not an adult. But Missy (year old tabby female) is definitely proud of her catch for Mommy.