On one of the streets nearby there's been some dead bird for the past two days. Frankly, I think it's a quail. Sad little thing, most likely hit by a car. Well, yesterday I noticed a raven was eating it. It doesn't seem like much of an existence. You grow up then fly around, get hit by a car and then you're eaten by a bigger bird.
If it was me, I'd rather die at the hands of some person who bashed my head in with a rock than die as roadkill for a scavenger bird.