Something humbling about watching a hawk swoop down out of nowhere to pick a rabbit out of the grass.
That must really suck to be the rabbit. One second hopping along through the grass, next second you have a pair of talons embedded in you and you're beeing swept away to your doom.
No point to this post. Just a random thought inspired by a 24oz sugar laden latte and seeing a hawk pwn a rabbit this morning while waiting at a stop sign.
That must really suck to be the rabbit. One second hopping along through the grass, next second you have a pair of talons embedded in you and you're beeing swept away to your doom.
No point to this post. Just a random thought inspired by a 24oz sugar laden latte and seeing a hawk pwn a rabbit this morning while waiting at a stop sign.