Ain't Nature Grand/Disgusting?

This morning i was treated to the sight of a Cooper's hawk almost directly under my bird feeder. He (she?) was feasting on a still-steaming starling. (There's a poem here somewhere ... or at least a tongue-twister.) Tim called my attention to it while i was in the kitchen making breakfast. I turned off the stove, grabbed my binoculars and uttered the word "EWWWW!" every few seconds for a full 20 minutes as the raptor, blood dripping from its beak, tore the flight feathers off its prey one by one and spit them out onto the reddening snow. I was horrified and fascinated and couldn't look away. 

Then the hawk flew off with the starling carcass and i went back to ... scrambling my eggs. 

Birds are a lot of things, but they're not hypocrites.

Well, i guess we're both eating our breakfasts, aren't we?