You’d be surprised how many Pheasants and quail wild cats eat also..........
We had the cutest little black and white cat. She was only a couple of months old when I spotted her "hunting" in the pasture below us. I thought...."aw, what a cute picture the little thing is trying to hunt".
She leaps in the air and comes down on the back of a rooster pheasant. He starts flapping his wings and fairly quickly gets airborne. She's still on his back holding on at he takes off. He flew about 10-15 feet and got up to four or five feet in elevation before she fell off.
She lived to 16. Everybody that met her in the house commented on what a sweet and wonderful little cat she was.
She was one tough cat. Killed everything that moved. We never had a problem with mice, but the death toll went far beyond mice.