Taylor grabbed a robin one time.
After around a minute of "drop it.......no" and trying to open his jaws (no way.....he was 90 pounds), I gave up.
He chewed it 3 times and gulped it down.
I called his vet. "They do that, not to worry, their stomach is like a seagull. You might see a little diarrhea tomorrow"?
Nothing. My back yard was known as "The Killing Fields" with Taylor around. Even when he was 3 legged for 2 years.