One bitterly cold winter in Connecticut I sat in my office in Hartford. Outside the window, in a tree I watched a squirrel chewing on a frozen bird. It didn’t look all that tasty to me but I wasn’t living in a tree in January.
That’s funny.
In larger cities, falcons have thrived in the buildings eating pigeons, mice, rats, etc. An aquaintence of mine worked in one of these buildings where a nest could be observed from a window. In general, the pictures of what could be seen were grose. But, in one picture he showed me, a falcon was in its nest with part of a carcass that included a bushy gray ad white tail, probably 4” long. We decided the falcon had found a kitten, a cute, huggable, loving, furry kitten.
*I am not a cat person and it WAS funny.