Matthew Kassel Dear Diary:
Outside of the Old Stone House in Park Slope on a recent Saturday, I saw a red-tailed hawk fly in with a freshly killed squirrel clenched in its claws. The squirrel was bloody and its eyes were closed.
People stopped and stared. I felt for a moment that there was something sad in the expression on the dead squirrel's face, but then lost the feeling.
I snapped a few shots and continued on as the hawk commenced to dig in.
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