A discarded, delicately veined feather of a plucked titmouse.
We watched a small hawk (Sharp-shinned or Cooper's - it was stationery) standing on a log plucking feathers from its dinner a few nights ago. It didn't leave much else at the scene of the crime when I combed the site the next morning for clues to the story.
Amidst the variety of feathers, I found one intricately scaled claw and part of its bill, being carried away by an ambitious ant.
Survival of the fittest.
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