Nature Can Be Gruesome

Yesterday, I was riding in the car with my parents and brother. Spotting something black in my peripheral vision, I turned around just in time to see a large Common Raven flutter to the ground. It had something small and tan hanging out of its beak. At first glance, I had thought it was a mouse or small rodent of some sort. But when a large Eastern Cottontail rabbit came racing up behind the large black avian, I realized that the bird had caught something more than its usual game. The small lifeless body in its mouth was a baby rabbit. Specifically, the kit of the cottontail chasing after the bird. The raven, realizing that he needed a better place to enjoy his prey, took off, landing several yards away. The rabbit chased him to the point of him fluttering up to the roof of a nearby building, out of the rabbit's reach, ending the conflict. The mother then simply stood staring at the spot where the raven had landed on the building, not moving, almost like a way of mourning the loss of her child. Nature can be gruesome.