In my minds eye I had already walked out of my house a thousand times, catching the perp in the act of grabbing Runt, grabbing him in my vengefull hands ignoring its beak,fists, or fangs as they plunged into my flesh even relishing it, as I began my act of destroying the creature that had dared to defile the sanctity of our space and taken Runt from me. I called Tweet at work. " It was a hawk." Silence..."Well at least now you know." Although I'm a person that loves the wild things of this world, and don't care for the hunting of wolves, raptors or anything endangered. I have to confess this experience has allowed me to empathize with the farmers and shepherds of the world that had felt the need to go forth to avenge the loss of thier flock.
The one thing that gave me pause in my self righteous anger is, if I had walked out of the house and it had been a Bald Eagle, what would I have done? The answer. Though I cant be one hundred percent sure...could have been to run back inside for my camera.