I was up in my studio and I’d just received a text from my sister in Indiana saying she had recently seen a red fox in her yard. Cameron, my wife, called up to me from downstairs. There was a Red-tailed Hawk in our back yard, right under our venerable cherry tree, devouring a squirrel. We’d filled our bird feeder that morning. A squirrel often lingers under the feeder, taking advantage of the sparrows’ feeding frenzy, which spills seeds on the ground below. We didn’t see the hawk strike, so we don’t know where the hawk found his prey. I admired the hawk, but couldn’t help feeling a bit stricken on behalf of my fellow mammal, his eyes open and now sightless. We humans needn’t worry about birds of prey, but it’s an uncertain world all the same, and death can strike any of us when we least expect!