This morning, I found that a little bird had gotten into one of our rat traps. It was still alive and lying, away from the trap, next to the fence. Its beak, foot, and wing, were broken. Blood was on its beak. It was a very sad sight. I tried to put it in a dust pan, but it scrambled away from me. I told Misty and she helped me kill it, by wacking it with shovel. Then, I put it in the trash, which was picked up today. I sprung all of the traps. I probably will think of a better way to catch the rats. We thought about that poor little bird the rest of the day.