Another time, I was pulling into the parking lot where I work, and something between cars caught my eye...I asked the guy to stop, and got out to look, there was a hawk standing on top of a quivering crow, which was letting out the most horrible sounding cries of distress, as the hawk had it talons buried deeply into the breast of the crow. The hawk had its wings extended and drooped downwards as if guarding its kill, and it regarded me with very little interest except to just stare at me to let me know where I stood in the scheme of things.
I have to admit, I have always liked crows (because I have never had to live near a roost!) and I felt pity for it, but...that is just the way things are.
Somedays you are the crow snatching a robin chick from a nest...sometimes you have a hawk’s talons buried in your chest. That is the way of things.
Yep.
I feed some squirrels at the local park, and this winter I saw a big goshawk had come around and was hunting them. I just got my buddies fattened up for the winter, and now he was going to get some easy meals off them. What are you gonna do? That’s nature.