We have a peregrine falcon. The birds fascinate me. They have adapted to cities and forests, and flourish where they can find their favorite food–pigeons. I found this proof in the forest. Not a pillow with an open seam, but the lunch that didn’t get away.
These food-chain incidents never strike me as horrible or scary. They are evolution unfolding in front of us. Having lost his natural habitat, a peregrine adapts. We can all do with a few less pigeons.