This evening, just a few minutes ago actually, I pulled into the parking lot outside my building and found a crow, a baby rabbit clutched in its beak. I think I startled it as it was trying to take off, and the little rabbit was let loose and ran for safety beneath the car parked next to mine. The crow and its compatriots cawed angrily, but they flew away to nearby rooftops and trees when I stepped out of the car. An older rabbit, perhaps the mother, ran off in the direction of another building. I don’t know how hurt the little rabbit was, I don’t know if the crows will just wait it out for another chance, and I don’t know why I’m sharing any of this except that it seems like it ought to mean something and is the sort of thing that doesn’t happen every day.