Hunting is good!

Just like you, my kind fans, I clearly know, that I was born as a sheepdog. The sheepdog is not a hunting dog though. What I write about now then?! From that direction, that sheep here, sheep there, I, Luna (born Black Cooper Cartahena) I love to hunt. Of course, you could ask, that the reached up worthy, what it is possible to hunt in greenbelt Zugló. Much onto everything. We begin it with the cats counting as a little bit commerce one possibly, since from them only in my direct neighbour (that is on a Bolhás colleague's possession) at least 10 pieces scratches along. The cat is not a clever animal, they have not learnt since a March that I spend the big part of my days in the garden since then, and I chase them with pleasure. He may be that the party is enjoyed otherwise!
The other big plunder group are the birds. Doves, turtle-doves, sparrows, magpies, and mainly in winter the pelisse crows. Who did not do it yet tries it, what delight to stalk, kúszva-mászva to approach a team fowl. He is a fowl! The essence of the problem is a back here. The person who has a wing can fly generally. He is not for me. Moral: I am left in the lurch always although he is my kind for his mild characteristics his carrier this not too big tragedy like that. I believe it would be the saddest, if I would catch somebody accidental once. But this danger is not threatening very much, with a word in the future peaceful sport I may follow the hunting, not making harm in Zugló diverse fauna.