I saw something this morning that has left me with quite a sad feeling. There was nothing that could have been done to prevent it, but it was sad never the less. You could say I witnessed a murder.
I was in work, minding my own business when I heard a great deal of commotion coming from outside. Outside outside, not outside of the office. Lots of birds were squawking, squeaking and squealing. I looked out of the window and saw three magpies on the rooftop opposite. The one in the middle had something in one of its claws, and the other two were taking it in turns to swoop in and dive at the middle magpie. A raven was on the edge of another building’s roof, and this was making the loudest noise of all.
I glanced back at the magpies, and could make out that it was another bird that the magpie had a hold of. Another raven. The magpie was swinging this poor bird around, and slamming it down onto the rooftop relentlessly. It then moved it into the guttering, and must have been pecking at it for at least five minutes. It then lifted the lifeless body of the raven from the guttering and left it on the roof. The magpie flew away, quickly followed by the other two.
The raven that was on the other roof had grown quiet. It flew over to the body, and stood over it. It nudged at it with its beak, but the bird’s life had gone. It continued, as though it was trying to wake up the bird for several seconds, before it walked up to the very top of the roof. It looked back, and then looked away before flying off and into the distance.
Several minutes later, the magpie returned, and hopped around it’s kill. There was another magpie that had flown in with it, but this one stood on the railings that went all around the edge of the roof. I got the impression that that the magpie was showing off. Then, these two magpies flew away too. I haven’t seen any other birds around the area since then.
Some birds kill other birds for food. For survival. It is simply how nature works, and is a fact of life in the natural world. This magpie seemed to kill the raven for the kill, not for food, and that is why I felt the sadness. The senseless taking of another life. The sorrow that the other raven showed. The lack of remorse that the magpie showed when it returned.
It also got me thinking about how fine the line between life and death actually is.
How important it is to enjoy the life that we have now. I mean what is the point of not enjoying it? We could be gone in a single second.
Sorry. Deep post today. Sometimes messages have to come through to us so clearly we have to take note. Or not…
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