Red in tooth and claw

Just now, there was a bald eagle in the tree across the street. We have lots of eagles here, but rarely see them right by the house like that. It was eating something - I could clearly see it ripping its hapless prey to shreds with talons and beak - and the crows were harassing it, cackling and dive-bombing and taunting. The eagle was stoic though, continuing its meal and ignoring the crows with an aura of screw-you calm, until eventually it picked up its snack and flew off, pulling effortlessly away from the frenetic crows with long, even wingstrokes.

Too cool.