Makes me think of all the Red-Tailed Hawks I see dead along our highways in the winter when we have prolonged deep snow and they have no way to hunt their customary woodlote and fields. They wait in trees along the highways for mice and voles that scurry across the road surface and the younger hawks, not having had enough "close calls" to learn from.... or are just too hungry to resist the urge, fly down and pounce upon their prey only to be slammed by the next car or truck speeding along oblivious to the impending tragedy. Pretty sad. I counted seven just today.
Yes, the hunter's paradox....
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