Bird Munch

This morning when I awoke, I did the usual firsts; let the dawgs out, checked their water and made my coffee.
I went back to my workroom and mentally inventoried some supplies I had set out and organized before retiring last night. They are to be used in the creation of my tussy-mussies. New projects are so much fun. I noticed one of the tiny mushroom birds was missing. No biggie; it's probably under the silk flowers. Or perhaps the kittens have been playing hockey with it.
I returned to the kitchen to empty the dishwasher. Franz came padding in, usual sweet expression, tail wagging and dropped the bird on the floor!
GASP!
The fiend!
The poor little bird was absolutely crunched, not to mention covered in dog slobber!
Reminds me of the days when I had a houseful of toddlers...