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More Pondering on Predator and Prey
What happened here? Will this large patch of feathers and down tell a story of predator and prey?
One day late in the winter I was out walking my dog around the block with my friends when we noticed a patch of feathers on the ground. Not just one or two but as you can see from the photo, a whole bunch—big feathers, small underfeathers. Clearly, something got a bird of some sort . . . but what happened?
Predator and prey
I have pondered a number of clichés for the title of this piece, but here's the scoop. With the disappearance of the cardinal hatchlings, it is time to discuss the role of life and death in the natural world I observe in my neighborhood.
Empty Nesters
When I checked the cardinal eggs on Saturday, I was pleased to see gray fuzz and pink skin: baby birds! I looked in on Sunday to monitor their activity, and all seemed well.
As you can see, baby birds are not the most attractive creatures!
