Whilst stopping at an intersection a few days ago, I had the privilege of having front row seats to watch a dozen or so crows feast over a mutilated rat. I call it a privilege because it is an amazing thing to witness - the beastiality of nature. The crows are quite a peaceful bunch actually, they picked on it one by one, and rarely fought to get in on the meat.

I looked to the left and saw an old couple looking at the selfsame sight, shaking their head at, i presume, its ferociousness. I was slightly amused at their disapproval of the sight. For one, I see it as nature in its glory, hunter hunts the hunted. Another, aren't we humans just like that bunch of crows? Fighting each other for that little bit of the best piece of meat?