You know the kind, they are chicken-hawks. They have a taste for chicken meat. it is a kind of cannibalism and it is horrible. It didn’t used to be, though. Cannibalism. We didn’t used to eat our own, you know. We used to eat something different. Or, we always ate the same thing but we used to be different. We’ve evolved, metamorphosed into this creature which is chicken when young and hawk, cannibal when adult. 

The only thing worse than a chicken-hawk is a snake. A lizard. A reptile. They eat chickens before they’ve even had a chance to hatch. They steal the eggs from the nest. They don’t want to see feathers, since they only have scales of their own. 

I thought all the reptiles, the snakes, the egg-eaters died out, long ago, in the ice-age? Some did, mostly. But there’re still some left, and these days hawks have taken to plucking themselves, filing their talons, warming themselves in full sunlight, and waiting for an unattended nest to raid.