This morning while I was walking Storm, we came across a sparrow and a cardinal fighting over a moth that they’d already ripped the wings off. The moth was still alive and making a kind of desperate clicking noise with it’s legs. The birds were so focused on trying to get the moth from each other that the sparrow almost ran into Storm’s mouth. Were Storm a slightly bigger dog he would have been able to pull me harder and get that sparrow. Alas, he’s under thirty pounds and couldn’t move me. The birds came to their senses at the last moment and flew away abandoning the moth. I thought the following things about the whole scenario:
- What kind of nightmare hell was happening for that poor moth?
- Are moths so tasty that they’re worth that kind of dangerous competition?
- Who had the moth first?
- Why couldn’t that cardinal easily take the sparrow? He was the bigger bird.
Nature is mysterious.