I found a hare running around the forest this late evening. It is deep in summer. This early morning, I found a poor little rodent dead on a path under a tree. Maybe he could not avoid a crow's attack. It is nature that consists in such a way. Old trees get rotten and cut for use by humans. A strong forages a weak one. If we humans follow the principle, we are same with beasts.
A beautiful scene of this evening lets me think something like that.