(Disclaimer: images made under dim light, in rain and mist, and at a steep angle through a dirty window.)
Just before first snapshot, juvenile bald eagle took rabbit as it hopped across field between protective meadow and bird feeder.
Though undisturbed by frequent close passes by insect-hunting barn swallows, eagle was driven from its kill by a red-tailed hawk.
Stripped down to cargo weight limit, the carcass was then removed to a nearby tree,
leaving only the GI tract and scraps of fur,
both largely cleared within hours. (Partly) live action:
O species, stunned by your terror of chill death, why fear the Styx, why fear the ghosts and empty names, the stuff of poets, the spectres of a phantom world? … Everything changes, nothing dies: the spirit wanders, arriving here or there, and occupying whatever body it pleases, passing from a wild beast into a human being, from our body into a beast, but is never destroyed. As pliable wax, stamped with new designs, is no longer what it was; does not keep the same form; but is still one and the same …
I say there is nothing in the whole universe that persists. Everything flows, and is formed as a fleeting image. Time itself, also, glides, in its continual motion, no differently than a river. For neither the river, nor the swift hour can stop: but as wave impels wave, and as the prior wave is chased by the coming wave, and chases the one before, so time flees equally, and, equally, follows, and is always new. For what was before is left behind: and what was not comes to be: and each moment is renewed.
~ Ovid, Metamorphoses XV tr. A. S. Kline