Fail

Last night as I was walking home from the bus I saw a hawk (falcon?  It was smallish, anyway) trying to catch a sparrow, who was fluttering frantically in an ultimately successful attempt to dodge.  The sparrow had a better turning radius.

A few seconds after I spotted them the hawk gave up and settled on a roof, with an attitude I am intimately familiar with from living with cats: "I meant it to come out that way, why do you ask?".

When I see that kind of thing I'm always torn.  The predator has to eat, and has the charisma of being a predator, but I always feel sorry for the prey, too. 

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