I was sitting by the window when I heard a bird screeching in distress, and looked up in time to see an 'io (a native hawk) implacably winging its way upward from my garden with a pink cardinal, crying piteously, clasped firmly in its talons.
That was painful, although there are not many things that I like to see more than an 'io balancing on the winds high above.
My own predation is so much more attenuated most of the time.
We had to euthanize a steer that had broken its leg a few weeks ago. Our ranch-hand dropped the steer with one shot in the center of the forehead, just as one is supposed to, and cut his throat, but the steer still took a while to die. Then we had to shackle the steer's hind legs to the forks of a front-end loader with a chain so that we could move the carcass out of the pen. Our ranch-hand's dad and uncle came with a trailer to take the carcass home and butcher it. Then we got back to work.
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