I live inside the Seattle city limits in an old residential neighborhood.
During the winter I put out "bird pudding" made from oatmeal, margarine, birdseed, peanuts, etc. to help meet the nutritional needs of a family of crows that we share the neighborhood with. The crows, in turn, share their puddin' with a few pigeons and a few local squirrels. They all love the bird puddin!
Just a few minutes ago there arouse such a clatter I went to the window to see what was the matter.
A Cooper's hawk had just taken one of the pigeons, and the crows were trying to drive him off. Cooper Bird was unimpressed as he went about his business. Cooper's hawks kill their prey by squeezing them with their talons, causing the victim to suffocate, kind of as a boa constrictor or python would. Then when the prey is motionless the evisceration begins. There are feathers all over the yard right now.
It's the circle of life.
From the day we arrive on the planet
And blinking, step into the sun
There's more to see than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done
There's far too much to take in here
More to find than can ever be found
But the sun rolling high
Through the sapphire sky
Keeps great and small on the endless round
It's the Circle of Life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the Circle
The Circle of Life