On the way back, I heard the flapping of wings and an agonized "SQWALK!". A hawk of some form had just caught a pigeon for dinner. I do feel some sympathy for the pigeon, but I'm more moved by how inherently cool it is to see a hawk catching lunch. There was something of a rain of small, grey feathers as the hawk took its kill to a nearby tree, looking rather proud as I passed by on my bike.
I didn't even know we had hawks near this campus!