I remember back in '99, when I decided it might be nice to live out in the country. My first night in my new house, I awoke at 6:30 a.m. from a loud, electrical-sounding blast outside, and the power went out instantly. I put on my clothes and went outside to investigate.
I instantly found the problem. There was a dead owl and a large snake, both burnt to a crisp, on top of the electric pole right by my house. Totally fried. Right then, a neighbor came running up. He said he had been outside on his porch, drinking his morning coffee and watching the scenery, when that owl came flying in with the snake gripped in its talons. He said he saw the owl land on the electric pole and the long snake evidently arced a couple of wires.
That was not the first time something like that happened out in the boonies. After three years, I said, "enough of country living," and moved back to the city. City life FTW.