She has brought us back large, freshly killed squirrels on a couple of occasions. My husband, bless him, skinned the squirrels and cooked down the meat for dog food, as he hated to see a creature killed for nothing. The pups would have probably eaten it raw, but we felt better about cooking it.
I found a denuded squirrel. Turns out he couldn't figure out how to open it. Yeach! Took that one away. After watching me, he, Jake, would steal them from Prissy, the squirrel catcher, and take it to the back of the yard and make them disappear. No idea how many they disposed of.