A European starling was making raucous comments at a crow. The crow appeared to be pecking at something on the ground. I figured that the crow had attacked a starling chick. As I got closer I could see that it wasn't a chick. It was a mole. (I don't know why the starling was upset by a crow attacking a mole.) As I got even closer, the crow decided that discretion was the better part of not having its meal taken away by a larger predator, picked up the mole, and flew off.
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