I saw something disturbing in nature this morning—what looked like a peregrine falcon with its prey, a young robin. The mother robin bravely flew at the falcon to try to rescue her young, but it was hopeless. He was three times her size.

Now I know that hawks and falcons are meat eaters, but there is something really disturbing about a bird killing and eating its own kind. If he had caught a squirrel (aka tree rat), I would have probably congratulated him and offered to take him out for a beer, but hearing that helpless robin's cries and seeing the mother's hysteria just left me with a bad feeling for the cruelty of nature. Guess I'm just being sentimental.