Remember yesterday, when I wrote about the Western Scrub Jays eating bees from my back yard? Remember how I said that I had to make my peace with the fact that there's no "good" or "bad" predation? Well, I (the tender-hearted vegetarian) had to own those words later that same day.
When I came home, the bird that I've made a special point of inviting into my yard was making a meal of a dead sparrow under our lilac bushes.
All this makes me think of a passage from a book I love, I Capture the Castle, by Dodie Smith.
After a while I hear an owl hooting and calmed myself by thinking of it flying over the dark fields -- and then I remembered it would be pouncing on mice. I love owls, but wish God had made them vegetarians.
(Don't scroll down if you are upset by images of predation. There were way worse photos, if that's any consolation.)