My wife and I were at an outdoor café having lunch when she saw a little mouse scurrying across the sidewalk just in front of our table. And then we witnessed a crow swoop down and catch the little mouse in its beak. The crow, still right in front of us, proceeded to peck at the poor little critter until it no longer struggled. And the crow continued pecking at the mouse’s carcass, removing bits and pieces of the mouse’s innards. The happy crow was clearly enjoying a nice hot meal and I was fascinated by what we were witnessing.
Sadly, Mrs. Fandango was not all that thrilled. First, she was freaked out when she saw the mouse, especially since it came from the direction of the café at which we were dining. And then, when the big black crow swooped down and caught the little, brown, defenseless mouse, she curiously felt sorry for the little rodent.
The scene also caused my wife to lose her appetite halfway through the meal. So, despite my seeing the whole thing as great entertainment, I paid the bill and we left.
At least when we got home, our cat hadn’t caught, killed, and brought a rat from the backyard into our house, as he has occasionally done.